April is all about editing. I’m deep in the nitty-gritty details and fixes for the final book in the Whitewood Journals series. It's painstaking and annoying and still somehow a lot of fun. Seems appropriate to be editing this time of year. It’s like spring cleaning for my rough draft. Around my area, spring means … Continue reading Spring Has Sprung

Over the past few years, my life has felt like I’m traveling down a long, dark tunnel. It’s a horrible feeling, filled with tension and anxiety and worry. Wondering when you’ll see a light at the end, but also dreading it. Because either you’ll reach the end and see a burst of light and take … Continue reading Light at the End of the Tunnel

I spent some time the other day thinking about my writing and what I believe, what I think about whenever I write. So here it is, the P.M. Hernandez Genre Manifesto: I believe in the power of imagination and daydreaming.I believe in happy endings, because we don’t always get them in real life. Good triumphs … Continue reading The P.M. Hernandez Manifesto

I think I might’ve hit my limit. As a rule, I’m an introvert who loves quiet, alone time. I can do short bursts of chitchat or even high-energy conversation that makes many people comment about how funny or extroverted I am. Trust me. I’m not. (Fun fact: when you spend a lot of time with … Continue reading Itchy Feet

What a year, am I right? I don’t know if I’m looking forward to a better year in 2021, or sitting in silent trepidation over what else could possibly go wrong. A friend of mine told me she threw away her 2020 planner in anger. It kind of felt like 2020 threw us away in … Continue reading So Long 2020