Like many writers, I’ve wanted to be an author ever since I learned how to hold a pencil and had something solid to write on. As a child, I was a powerhouse journalist, editor, photographer, and graphic designer for a number of made-up publications; author of fantasy adventures featuring anthropomorphic animals; and investigator of imaginary backyard crimes that involved the use of walkie talkies I confiscated from my little brother.
Unconvinced I would be able to afford important commodities like food and impractical shoes, however, I pursued a degree in journalism, with a minor in English and psychology, from the prestigious Scripps School of Journalism at the less-prestigious Ohio University. During my senior year, I remembered I also like to color and make collages, so I crammed in a few graphic design classes as well. Upon graduation, I began working at a real-life newspaper that paid only minimally better than I expected a novelist would and continued my study of graphic design.
Since then, I’ve become something of a unicorn among creatives: A writer who can also design, and a designer who can also write. By day, I’m a one-woman communications department at a state association, where I make enough money for important commodities like food and impractical shoes. By night and every other free minute, I am a writer, social marketer, advertiser, designer, publisher, and whatever else a self-published author needs to be. On occasion, I pick up a freelance design project to keep from getting bored.
This year, following the death of two close family members, I finally realized that life is too short to put off something I’ve dreamed about my entire life. Armed with my fifty-fifty left brain/right brain split and a strong sense of perfectionism, I have re-committed to achieving my oldest calling: To publish a novel.
My debut novel Anonymous Source (which I have literally been working on since high school) was finally published Jan. 1, 2022.