Dear K.M.,
Back in 2021, I was quietly training myself in the art of writing. No degree. No cheering squad. Just me, my hunger to learn, and your books—Structuring Your Novel, Creating Character Arcs. They were more than guides; they were scaffolding for a dream I hadn’t yet admitted aloud.
I remember tagging you in a post on Twitter, unsure if it would even be seen—and you responded. It wasn’t just a thrill. It was a moment of being seen, recognized, and reminded that the writer I was becoming mattered, even in her silent beginnings.
Your work taught me something I hadn’t known how to name: that structure is not a cage, but an offering. That story form can be a map, not a muzzle. That creative freedom isn’t diminished by craft—it’s deepened by it.
Where others mystify the writing process, you illuminate it. And not from a distant, academic pedestal, but with warmth, clarity, and respect for those of us still learning to put one honest sentence after another.
I often think about how so much writing advice feels like it was written from a mountaintop. But yours? Yours felt like it came from the same workshop I was sitting in—ink-stained fingers, coffee rings on the desk, plot questions scribbled in the margins. You didn’t just teach; you invited.
Thank you for making the invisible visible. For reminding us that feeling and form are not enemies. They’re sisters. And when they work together, the story breathes.
P.S. I’ll never forget the section where you explored the power of asking “What if?” to spark plot twists or steer a story forward. It felt like you handed me a golden lamp with limitless wishes. Suddenly, the blank page wasn’t empty—it was alive with possibility.
I’m still working on my novel, blogging in the meantime since time won’t yet let me dive fully into plotting. But I’m still here—still learning, still writing.
With gratitude,
Meestique
The Empathic Social Observer
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