Just after my husband and I got married, we adopted a senior black cat. We named him Nico. Neither of us had ever owned a furry pet before, and we had no idea how deeply an animal could weave itself into your daily life. 

 

We moved from one coast to the other with Nico in tow. We hadn't even finished unpacking when we got the news: Nico had bone cancer in his jaw. The vet said he had three months left. We got one.

​

After he was gone, the house felt wrong. Shadows seemed to move on their own. The routines I'd built alongside Nico now only reminded me that he wasn't there.

​

I hadn't written anything in years, but like riding a bike, you never truly forget. One evening, with tears still fresh in my eyes, I bought a brand-new notebook and started writing.

​

Six weeks later, Barney and Neko were running around the Glades as if they had always existed. 

​

I'm currently knee-deep in revisions, polishing Marmalade Skies and bringing the Glades to life one chapter at a time. . If you'd like to follow along, I share occasional updates, reading notes, and behind-the-scenes peeks in my monthly newsletter.

​

When I'm not writing, you can usually find me curled up with a book, playing video games with my husband, or being micro-managed by our tortie kitten, Maple Syrup.