Author: Helena

I write. The truth. Fiction. And the fine line that connects them. Sometimes with a pen. Sometimes with a keyboard. And sometimes only with my brain. If you're here, thank you. You are one of the reasons I write. Trying to capture the beauty that is you, the imperfections that make you perfect, the way only you interact with the world around you, your humanity, your essence, and everything you have to teach...it's one of my favorite things. Writing is a lot like photography. It's an experiment in light and dark and the interplay between the two. It's contrasts. And the depth and breadth of color. It's the nuance of what we focus on and what we choose to blur into the background. It's everything that's wonderful about life. And everything that can make it unbearable at times. And like the art of photography, the art of writing has rules that help guide the composition of a commercially appealing piece, yet it allows, even begs, freedom to tell those rules to f*** the right off to create a piece that says more and makes people feel more than anything that's technically perfect will ever do. I also write for my characters. Because they have something to say. Sometimes it's profound and enlightening. Sometimes it's sad, devastating even. Sometimes it's funny like a dad joke, and sometimes it's actually funny. Sometimes it's just a window into who they are, who they used to be, and who they're becoming. And sometimes it just fills space and takes up time. And that's okay too. I also write (and help other people write) for work. You can see some of that at http://www.helentosch.com. I write. I edit. I strategize. And I get tired of hearing myself talk. I guess that's why I'm kinda quiet on social sometimes. But you can find me there too: https://www.facebook.com/ToschWrites @ellietosch (Twitter and Instagram)