About

My two passions in life: writing and wolves. Must have something to do with words that start with “W”… Though, I’m not a fan of watermelon, so I guess that theory’s out the window with all those annoying little black seeds that make me hate the fruit in the first place.

Anyway, as I was saying, I love to write and I love wolves. So it only makes sense to combine the two. Ever since I was little, I had posters of wolves all over my bedroom wall and countless stuffed toys. My favorite movie was Universal’s Balto – which is not accurate to the true story, people. Google it! – and I dreamed of someday moving into the middle of nowhere where I’m surrounded by miles of pristine¬†wilderness and the howls of these majestic animals.

And what tends to come with this fascination of wolves? Werewolves, of course! And as far back as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be one. Yes, I’ll admit I was one of those crazy nut jobs who wanted to go streaking naked through the woods on a full moon. Did I do it? Of course NOT! But it was fun to imagine that I could be something special. What awkward teenager didn’t want to be special and stand out from the masses of cookie cutter kids who wanted to be as thin as Britney Spears or as buff as Mr. Universe?

Well, I got my wish when the “writer bug” bit me in the arse and decided to change my life forever. Since I was in middle school, I’ve created dozens of stories and characters as real to me as the air I breathed or the desk I sat at. They became my closest friends and my social life suffered for it. I kept a few close friends, but never seemed to fit in with the rest of the crowd chasing after Justin Beiber or forging fake IDs to get into clubs. Maybe it was my blunt personality or the way I could call someone’s BS like I saw it. But it probably was due to the fact that I’m just awkward.

Yet, I met a man as crazy about story telling as I am that treats me right. However, to this day, I refuse to write about werewolves in space. Tight, enclosed spaces just don’t work, m’kay? I married him anyway. What can I say? He makes me laugh. But he pushed me to become the best writer I can be, so here I am to entertain the masses and hopefully make something of myself one day.

Apart from my writing passions, I am a Disney fanatic, part-time painter of medieval illuminations, shooter of a crossbow, dog-momma to two precious shelter pups, only child of divorced parents with five step brothers and one brother-in-law (lots of testosterone makes for fun family reunions), conosseuir of chilli cheese fries and good books, and always up for a quick nap in between it all.

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