I’m the kid you saw muttering to herself in the corner, narrating a story.
I was the kid who would read a little before bed…and a few chapters later realized the sun was rising.
I’m the young woman you saw on the subway typing furiously on her blackberry and looking up frantically every so often, afraid she’d missed her stop because she was engrossed in the story.
I wrote my first book (self-illustrated of course) when I was 10. Since then I have dreamed of publishing my books. At 28 I’ve decided it’s time to make that dream a reality.
I would love to be the kind of person who wrote dreamy, lovey, happily ever after stories. But if that is what you are looking for, you are in the wrong place.
My stories are rough. Nothing goes right. But most of the time the scales of the universe tend to tip toward favoring the good.
I love my stories, and I’m thrilled to share them with you.