This is the hardest question for me to answer. People tend to be looking for something like, “Nonfiction… Young Adult… Fantasy… Leadership…Heard of ‘Game of Thrones’, it’s like that…”
Humans are always so antsy to classify things and put them in a box. Gives us… I don’t what the hell it gives us or why we do it. We just do it. Anyway, this question is damn near impossible for me to answer. But I’m going to try.

Heartwork

When I sang in my band, we knew we were a metal band but we never really got into too much talk about sub-genres and how we might fit into Death Metal or Metalcore. We just knew we played metal. When we were writing music, we certainly had other bands that influenced us and inspired us, but we never set in mind to hit a certain genre-objective and make a song sound like X. We just wrote music. Whatever was in our hearts came spewing out in blast beats, solos, screams, and growls. It was awesome and it was just heartwork. What we felt, we wrote. What I felt, I wrote. What I feel, I write. This is how I write. That which is in my heart comes blazing out of my fingertips onto the keys and to the page. Maybe some of my readers out there can help me classify it, or we can make a new classification.
What do you write? — “It’s a genre called, ‘Heartwork’

Writing Without Limits

What I feel is what I write. I tend to take my writings into the realm of self-help, but not often enough to limit myself to saying that I write self-help. You’ll probably get some poetry or lyrics out of me that may sound like anything but motivating. Some of the stuff doesn’t always have those happy hopeful endings. And sometimes I use strong language that isn’t meant for kids. Sometimes I use stronger language and talk about God.
I just write and I have no idea what I actually write about. But it’s often met with encouraging words from well-received readers that have become friends. So I write for me and I write for them.
To be honest, I’d probably lose my mind if I didn’t write. You can call it therapeutic, living out your gifts, or all the above. I’ve never been particularly interested in fitting into any type of specific category when it came to anything. Music was music, we played what moved us. Writing is writing, I write what moves me.

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