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Every Single Breath…

Reason to Breathe was always a movie, even while I was writing it. A film playing in my head that I translated into words. That’s how the story presented itself to me. And that’s how I want to share it with you now.

I was told over and over again that once a book is optioned I, the author, wouldn’t have a say in what the movie becomes. I was advised to hope for the best and walk away. To allow the production company to create the film they believe is best. That I needed to separate myself from the film.

I can’t. Not with Emma’s story.

I’ve also been warned that a film is not a direct translation of the book. One page of script equates one minute of film. Certain scenes need to be sacrificed. Compromises must be made.

But how can I possibly decide which scenes are relevant and which are not? Do we delete the dinner with Catherine or the make-over at Sara’s? Is it Evan and Emma’s talk by the brook that’s not worthy of film? Or the non-date at the batting cages? How can I delete a single one of them?

I can’t. Every moment is important to Emma’s journey.

So that we can bring every moment in the book to life, Reason to Breathe will be separated into three films. Breaking up a single book into more than one film is not a new concept. It was done for Harry Potter, The Hobbit, and The Hunger Games. But we’re taking it a step further and making this into a three-part movie series. We won’t have to compromise a single scene. This is a powerful story, and you should experience every minute of it. You should feel every second of it.


This is the time of year when people reflect upon what has happened and what will be.

But I’d rather reflect upon the now. The moment I’m living in this very second. And this second, for me, is all about honesty.

As real and pure as honesty is, it’s also hard. It’s not always easy to give. And it can be difficult to hear. But acknowledgment of the truth can change the very seconds we’re living in. Continue reading…


I talk out loud – creating conversation.

I visualize facial expressions – squinting, mouth tightening, furrowing brows.

I observe me – my breathing, my heartbeat, my hands clenching.

Then I listen.

Where is this taking me? What should happen next? How will this all come together?

And then there is silence. I wait. But the voices are mute.

I try to force them, but it’s no use. They will not be persuaded by desperation. Continue reading…

Voices In My Head

In twenty minutes, everyone will remember you when you’re gone.
And your heart is a stone buried underneath your pretty clothes.

Don’t you know people write songs about girls like you?

What will you do when something stops you?
What will you say to the world?
What will you be when it all comes crashing down on you, little girl?
What would you do if you lost your beauty?
How would you deal with the light?
How would you feel if nobody chased you?
What if it happened tonight?

—The Naked and Famous


There is music that makes you feel. There is music that makes you move.

This music… made me THINK ~ “I want to write about that girl.” Continue reading…


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