Why Women Write

 There was a time—not that long ago—when women weren’t even allowed to publish their words. 

They wrote in secret. In the quiet hours after everyone else was asleep. 

Mary Ann Evans became George Eliot. The Brontë sisters became Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell. They disguised themselves not out of vanity, but survival. Because a woman with opinions was “unseemly.” 

Women writers hid behind names that weren’t theirs because the world wouldn’t take a woman’s words seriously.

 A woman with imagination? Dangerous.

Women were discouraged.

And yet, they wrote anyway.

They wrote because something inside them refused to stay quiet.

That Fire Still Burns

Fast forward to now. We can publish with one click. We can write under our own name, in our own voice.

Still, we have our doubts.

 “Who am I to write this?” 

“Who am I to think anyone will care?” 

The ghosts of doubt still linger.

And yet we write.
 

Every woman who’s ever put pen to paper has felt the lava of an urge to express oneself bubbling up, an idea that flickers in your mind, briefly at first. Then it takes hold. 

From Charlotte Brontë to the woman who sits in her pajamas staring at a half-finished draft on her laptop, something inside whispers, "You must write."

The Long Gallop Home

I just finished my first novel.

It took over ten years— years of research, reading and digging into the past, months of  rough drafts, and then several years of multiple versions of the story that had to be told.  Writing, doubting, deleting, rewriting, doubting again. Many chewed pencils.

Writing a novel is part endurance race, part spiritual reckoning.  You cry at sentences that won’t behave. You mutter to yourself.  You fall in love with characters who refuse to do what you tell them. Part detective, part historian, part therapist, and part caffeine addict. 

Some days it feels like flying. Most days it feels like crawling.

So, Why Do Bother

We do it because we have to.

I do it because I have to. Because the story won’t leave me alone. Because it hums to me at night and will not let me sleep until Ilet it out.

I do it because the time has finally come.

After ten years of research, drafts, rewrites, tears, caffeine, and commas, I’m finally ready to share my story with you.

Devils on Horseback, my debut novel will come out Spring of 2026. Loosely based on a true family story, and set in the Civil War, it's a story of danger, resilience, and the impossible choices women had to face in order to stay alive and protect their loved ones when the world fell apart.

So yes… it took me a while. And it will take even longer to get my story through the publishing process.

But oh, reader, just wait until you read it!