When it comes to my writing, I’m not one who really enjoys the spotlight so much. I’d much rather my books do the talking for me. They’re more qualified, I think.

For those curious, however, I was born and raised in the wooded groves of Pennsylvania before moving to the rocky cliffsides of Utah. 

I’ve long held a healthy obsession for great storytelling. By my bedside I was first introduce to fantastical tales like The Redwall Series and The Bartimaeous Trilogy as my mother read to us late into the night. I couldn’t shake the feeling I had listening to those stories, and soon went on to discover my own favorites like Frankenstein and Mistborn. Films like Kiki’s Delivery Service, Lord of the Rings, and Avatar: The Last Airbender (the tv series, not the movie!) continued to tug at my senses and stir a desire within me to discover such worlds of my own.

I loved how each of these stories could simultaneously sweep me off into another life, where magic and adventure was as common as trouble and glory, and then somehow return me better to the life I was living. These authors gifted me something tangibly ethereal, visibly impalpable, and tantalizingly accessible.

As an author, I long to do the same.