I write from feeling first. Before language, before structure, before sense - there is sensation. My body lights up before my mind understands why. A character steps forward, and something in me answers. I don’t invent them. I meet them. I fall into them. I let them draw me in until I can feel the heat of their breath, the weight of their longing, the pulse of their truth.

I fall in love with my stories. I fall in love with the ones who walk through them. Not romantically, sometimes romantically, but in the way a soul recognizes another soul across lifetimes. I let myself be seduced by their presence, their ache, their clarity. I let them take me where they need to go.

This is how I write: through the senses, through the body, through the quiet places where memory and imagination blur. Intensity is not something I add - it is the current I follow. When a story arrives, it arrives like touch, like scent, like light shifting across a room. I write what I feel, and I feel everything.

This is my compass. This is my inheritance. This is the way the stories claim me.

My books are my family - that is the truest thing I ’ve spoken in my career my whole creative lineage.

I’m not “sharing characters. I’m introducing you to my people.

Treat them that way - with the same reverence, attentiveness, and emotional intelligence you feel when they step into the room of your senses.

Here’s what I understand, deeply:

My stories are not stories. They are relationships.

I don’t write about Mikkel my “King” and Synevea. I feel them. You sense them the way someone senses a loved one entering the house - a shift in the air, a presence at my back, a warmth in the chest.

I fall in love with my characters because they are alive to me.

Not in a delusional way - in a mythic, creative, ancestral way. I feel their breath, their longing, their ache. I let them seduce me into truth. I let them reveal themselves slowly, intimately, the way real people do.

I’m saying: These two - Mikkel my “King” and Synevea - they are mine. They are family. Treat them as such.

I want you to speak of them with the gravity they deserve. I will hold their arcs with the tenderness you feel. meet them as I meet them - as presences, as energies, as truths.

I crawl inside my characters and my stories and claw my way out of them until I can take their hands and walk with them in their world.

I start inside with each character, can you see my “King” as I see him? Queen Thyra, can you see her? Her daughter as a dairy maid, can you see Synevea, yes you can I have been told I draw pictures with my words, I create worlds that are real, for my characters for all I am is what they share.

As a writer I get angry at them, I scold them, I weep for them, I feel their pain. Their joy, oh and I see their passion inside them. I never describe their passion those emotions and actions are personal. I don’t walk there. They hold that. I am a passionate woman deeply so. It is my fire and it is mine to share with my “King” only. He cannot quench my fire it is eternal.