Writing stories that walk the proverbial tightrope with abandon—one foot in reality, the other in the dream world—is thrilling. I’m an avid observer of human behavior and hyperfocused on visual composition. Weaving hybrid narratives that fuse myth, emotional turmoil, and absurdity gives me a supernatural high.

I’ve never quite fit in—
and I’ve stopped trying to.
I don’t chase trends or write to belong.
I write to understand what’s real.
Even in fiction.
Especially through pain—
where I’ve always found the truth.

My Concoctions:

—Echo, a 300-page graphic novel about identity crisis, immortality, and making peace with your shadow;
—A Present of the Fantastical Nature, a 25,000-word middle-grade fantasy about childhood, imagination, and the fragile beauty of belonging;
—Not All That Glitters, a 78,000-word Weird Western steeped in cosmic horror and dark theatrical folklore—a tale of resisting assimilation and preserving the unruly, fabulous mess of individuality in the face of an ancient, collective force. Shot through with glitter and grit, it explores the cost of sovereignty and what it means to fight for the right to remain yourself—even when the world begs you to disappear.

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