The story of me as a writer is not unique. I’ve been writing as long as I can remember, making up stories in my head for even longer. The stories in my head are no longer about Barbie dolls and Care Bears–these days they’re dark backstories for people in commercials and elaborate secret lives for my cats–and the stories on paper have translated into the skills that fuel my day job and my dreams of publication.

I have my parents to thank for teaching me to read when I was two and a half. I’m not sure they understood what a monster they were creating at the time. I dove into the world of books and never really looked back. They only widened and deepened my imagination and my love of reading and writing. Someday I hope that I can do the same for a reader, and take them to places they never imagined.

By day I’m a marketing manager, copywriter, and copyeditor, and wife to a pretty awesome guy. He helps me add the best details to the lurid commercial backstories and the lives of our cats.