✍️ A behind-the-scenes look at my creative rhythm

 

Why I’m So Active in Certain Months—and a Ghost in Others

Let’s be real. If you’ve followed my blog or my books for more than five minutes, you’ve probably noticed something.

Some months, I’m everywhere. Blog posts, updates, sneak peeks, teaser quotes, maybe a random tweet about plot twists or why a fictional character just broke my heart (even though I created them). Then—poof!—I disappear like a ghost into the digital fog.

And I get it. In today’s online world, consistency is queen. But here’s the truth: I’m not disappearing. I’m diving.

See, writing isn’t a hobby for me. It isn’t even just a career. It’s my passion. My soul’s language. I’ve been in love with storytelling since the third grade—back when I’d scribble dramatic scenes on looseleaf paper during recess and hand them out like candy to my friends. That same kid is still here, heart pounding with every word typed, still chasing the thrill of getting a story just right.

When I’m not posting? I’m deep in the creative trenches, pouring everything I have—mind, body, heart, soul—into the work. And trust me, I’m working.

I’m working on stories that matter. Characters who feel real. Dialogue that breathes. I’m obsessed with capturing realism, authenticity, and creativity in every story I tell. Whether it’s a sprawling novel or a three-page short story, I aim to give it the same level of heart-wrecking honesty and care.

And that takes time.

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What I'm Working On (a tiny peek behind the curtain)

Right now, I’m juggling multiple projects—because apparently, I have no concept of chill.

🖤 The sequel to The Singing Canaries — The Canary Sung is on its way. If you read the first, you know it’s not just a mystery—it’s a psychological maze wrapped in heartbreak and suspicion. In the sequel, secrets unravel fast, loyalties shift like shadows, and the truth gets even harder to recognize. Think: more tension, more danger, and yes, more canary-screaming moments.

🎭 Muse — This one’s close to my heart. A story about creation, obsession, and the fine line between inspiration and destruction. It’s moody. It’s reflective. And it just might mess with your head (in the best way).

🌀 My upcoming 32 short story collection — Each story is inspired by a quote, exploring themes of identity, truth, revelation, and self. The genres bend, the moods shift, and no two pieces are alike. It’s a literary mixtape of everything I love about storytelling: horror, heartbreak, hope—and the strange moments in between.

And most exciting of all…

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Coming in August: Until Time Remembers

My next novel, Until Time Remembers, is the beginning of something special. A mystery-suspense blend steeped in history, loss, and the eerie question: What if time forgot a town, but a woman remembered?

The story follows Beck Escarra, an aspiring director who stumbles into a place that shouldn’t exist—Burrington, a ghost town frozen in the 1800s. But at night? The town comes alive. Trapped residents relive their final day, unaware they’ve been dead for centuries.

Beck soon realizes the town is haunted not just by spirits, but by pain, betrayal, and a curse that wants to keep her there. The book explores grief, identity, and the human need to make sense of the inexplicable. It’s layered with horror, heart, and surreal beauty.

And yes—there are secrets. Big ones. The kind you won’t see coming. The kind that might change everything by the time you reach the final page.

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Why I’m Telling You This

Because I care. Deeply.

I know it can be easy to scroll past a silent blog or an outdated Instagram post and think, “Are they still writing?” Yes. Always yes. I’m just doing the kind of writing that needs stillness. The kind that doesn’t always show itself in real time but shows up when the story is ready to be told.

This isn’t fast food storytelling. I’m not here to drop books like disposable content. I’m building something that matters—stories with heart, stories with scars, stories that might just outlive me.

So if I go quiet for a bit, don’t worry. I’m not gone. I’m just underground, working on the next thing you didn’t know you needed.

I’m writing because I love it. Because I have to. And because you, dear reader, deserve stories that aren’t rushed—but felt.

Thanks for being patient. Thanks for reading. And thanks, always, for waiting until the story’s ready.

See you soon—with a book in my hand.

—Makitia