Author

Most authors felt a calling. So many people will tell you they always wanted to write a book. Yep, Iâm not one of them. I also wasnât the child who always had a story ready. Sure, I had an active imagination, but it was always framed as a question. Usually, the same question over and over: âWhat ifâŚ?â
I asked questions that other people couldnât understand, let alone answer. It boiled inside me, most often manifesting as little more than typical childhood rebellion.
Until it wasnât. Somewhere along the way, I learned to play the game, to fit in, to be exactly what everyone said I should be. I gave up the daydreams and settled down for the reality of life, thinking of little more than paychecks and mortgages. I stopped reading, drawing, dancing, and making music. Society said it was time to be responsible, and that meant giving up the arts. Until once again, I dared to ask, âWhat if?â
It all came rushing back to me with the force of teen emotions and shelves flooded with paperback friends. I had a story brewing and it was based on that one simple question. I started writing because no one was telling my story. The heroes were always too good, too perfect, too implausible. That doesnât mean they canât be good people, but I wanted to see something different. Now I canât stop. From strong women to kind men, humans to aliens, I enjoy pushing the stereotypes and looking at what lies under the surface of a good story.