I'm a full-time student in my last semester at North Idaho College. I've been admitted to Eastern Washington University for Fall 2018.
Winner of the Lori Wallin Award for Outstanding Creative Writer for the 2016-2017 year presented by North Idaho College.
"There are Roots" appears in the 31st issue of North Idaho College's literary magazine Trestle Creek Review published in May 2017.
"Hope in the Darkness" appears in the 30th issue of North Idaho College's literary magazine Trestle Creek Review published in May 2016.
"The Burning City" appears in "And Then What Happened? Volume I" an anthology published by the Spokane River Writers in 2012.
First Place winner for a Short Story from Spokane's Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention SpoCon in 2010 for my short story "The Burning City."
Trigger warning. Failed poet. I'm neurotic but not malicious; I prefer to have detailed plans and/or instructions. I care deeply and have no patience. I speak fluent sarcasm and the thought of actually hurting your feelings keeps me awake at night, but so do a million other things. I have occasional night terrors. When I sleep anywhere but home: I have to barricade the door. I am incapable of relaxing*. I have one boyfriend, one cat, no teeth, no eyebrows, two XBox Ones, two Playstation 4s, no eyelashes, a complete absence of faith. I often say "we" when referring to myself because I group my boyfriend and I together in the same space and activities. I will never have children, and I don't really want to know about yours, but I can be polite. Mt. Dew, please.
All I want to do with my life is write sci-fi and fantasy novels. All I've managed so far is to not write sci-fi and fantasy novels. I have manuscripts for novels, novellas and short stories. I've had two short stories published and one short non-fiction piece published. I've had two poems rejected, two more are waiting to be rejected. I can technically say (and I often do) that I'm an award-winning author. I have in my possession two awards.
My life for the past two-and-a-half-years has been dedicated to college and my writing has taken the back seat. I can still hear it yelling, though, because I forgot to gag it: "If you have time to play video games--" Shut up, writing. We'll get there soon enough. Besides, writing, I play video games to relax and you're not helping me relax. Also, see above*.