writing
weekly writeups
Installments of before my coffee gets cold: weekly reflections on life and wellbeing, written edited, & published before my coffee gets cold.
Like many of us growing up in the 90s, I had a very specific vision of what ADHD looked like.
“I am especially interested in working with authors to come from underrepresented backgrounds.”
People often believe, in my experience, that they can think their way through any mental hurdle — that, with enough education, context, and rational thought, they simple won’t have to suffer the complexities of their brain.
Last weekend, I put out a post on Instagram. It had a carousel of pictures: a collection of photographs I took from a trip with some friends.
According to the Oxford dictionary, author is defined as “a writer of a book, article, or report.” You might notice that there are no signs of words like professional, money-making, or lucrative.
I can’t tell you how many years of therapy it cost me to write out that statement.
Last week, I was walking into work and listening to music — and as I often do when I’m listening to music, I was dancing a bit as I walked.
As part of my goal-setting, my coach asked me to write a letter to present-day me, from the perspective of one year from now.
Here’s that letter:
Hello, 2026. We’re two days in, and I already feel as though I’ve welcomed you with open arms. But before I entirely say goodbye to 2025, I want to take a moment to acknowledge good ol’ 2025.
Yesterday, I was perusing instagram, and I found a post much like many others I’ve seen before:
“Ten tips to make you a better writer”
Many times in my life, I’ve had what I like to call a cinematic experience. It’s those moments you look back on later and think, “If they ever made a movie about my life, that scene would for sure be in it.”
Imagine, for a moment, your long-term partner turned to you and said, “Hey, so I just got this incredible job opportunity…”
About ten years ago, I stopped arguing with people when they complimented me.
This has happened before — but usually, once I really lock in, I find something…
A few weeks ago, I opened my laptop, leg bouncing in anticipation. The feedback from my most recent short story competition had just been posted…
You ever notice how, when you ask people their values, just about everyone says “honesty”?
When it comes to wellbeing content, I tend to be very sparse with directives…
That night, I lay in bed, grieving the loss of something that mattered to me. I cried the sort of tears that fall slowly, one by one, like the beautiful women do in the movies…
Is wanting a symptom of unhappiness?
I’ve been asking myself this question since I finished my latest binge-read, The Midnight Library…
“I don’t know how to capture why,” one subscriber wrote, “but it still feels like you hold back.”
short stories
Bite-sized fantasy fiction, usually 5000 words or less. Come immerse yourself.
first chapters
Read the first chapters of my WIP novels! Come get a taste of what’s to come :).
STATUS: MANUSCRIPT
“Hello, there. My name is Lea (pronounced like “Lee”). You can call me Doctor Hughes, if you like — but honestly, no one calls me that except for my brother, and that’s only because he is also Doctor Hughes. We’re cute like that. This might seem like an usual way to start a book, but if we’re going to spend the next sixty thousand words together, I figured you might like to know who’s at the other end of these pages…”
— it’s what we believe the rejection says about us.