All my life I wanted to be a writer, so if you’re one of my readers, I knew someday our paths would cross and I’m overjoyed they finally have.
And if you’re a fellow mama who has finally decided it’s time to start writing even if you have spit up on your shirt and kid boogers in your hair, welcome girl, you’re my spirit animal.
I’m a Reader
On the one side, I’m an author who has spent her whole life making up stories in her head. And now I’m putting them on paper. I mostly write Sci-Fi… some may describe my work as Sci-Fantasy, I’m okay with that. (But also totally willing to debate you on the idea that psychics are a scientific topic and not a magic-based one.) I call my work Science Fiction with a Soft Center. I like a whole lot of heart mixed in with time travel, aliens, parallel universes, experiments gone wrong, and AI with attitude.
Stories like The Handmaid’s Tale, Dark Matter, Arrival, and The OA leave me breathless. My favorite movie growing up was Honey, I Shrunk the Kids (name drop, street cred). Sci-Fi is my jam and I’m sticking to it.
I am a Writer
The other side of me is a messy-bun wearing, yoga pants-clad, spaz dragon who tries to keep from spitting fire at her five cute, loud, also nerdy young ones.
It was a decade into motherhood before I managed to publish my first book. And in all those ten years of struggling, worrying and wondering if I’d ever get there, I picked up a thing or two. For the better part of the time, I’ve worked for an indie publisher/book marketing company. And the other half of the time was filled half-starting and abandoning book projects.
Now I feel like I’ve got some experience and I want to share it with other moms who are stuck like I was (and still sometimes am).