I was born in Vancouver, but moved to the sunny interior of Kamloops, British Columbia before I even had the chance to foster any hatred for the rain. I grew up with her sister in a patchwork post-war home that neighboured a large park with a swimming pool, so we had a lot of time to spend outside.
Ever a shy child, I eventually managed to find solace from all the extroverts in writing. I found great joy in penning stories in the third grade, where my classmates and I survived bizarre inland hurricanes, thwarted movie theatre murderers with toilet plungers, and killed ghosts by stepping on them. The chance to entertain my friends by reading my stories in class upped my self-esteem tenfold. Writing quickly became my go-to hobby.
Had Taylor Swift been around during the pop starlet days of Britney and Christina in the early 2000’s, I probably wouldn’t have been such an angsty teen. I spent most of her high school years writing lovelorn poems about guys who didn’t like me, and my “You Belong with Me” moment never saw its day. When I was seventeen I watched the cult classic movie, Heathers, and I learned that being an outsider didn’t mean that I had to hate herself on a perpetual loop. I wrote a lot of introspectively dark short stories in my later teens, which paved the path to me wanting to pursue writing as a career.
After graduating, I took a year off school and work to write. My so-called “Hiatus Year” proved to be a dud, as I spent most of my mornings drinking an entire pot of coffee with the hope that the caffeine would help me write. I also had a very minimal job cleaning the local post office sorting facility, which was an experience that built up far too much writing inspiration than it probably should have. Eventually I got a legit real job at an off-price department store, and with that job I got some self-esteem and picked up a sense of style (because discount clothes, yo, and also because that was when Gossip Girl first started airing, and the outfits were always my favourite part of the show). As the years went on I started to appreciate clothes and style and learned what kind of stuff looked good on the body I grew up never being proud of. What I wear doesn’t erase all the things I want to change, but my outfits do make me happy when I go out, and they make me feel more like myself.
I went to college with the intention of getting a degree in Journalism in 2006, however, I dropped out in her second year when my Creative Writing class became the only one I ever went to. Since then, I found a group of like-minded writers online at at Chuck Palahniuk’s “Write Club” (the workshop of which now currently resides at LitReactor), and I refined my craft through classes and small groups. In 2012, I was the winner of LitReactor’s first unofficial WAR writing competition. I made it to the final eight in the second WAR event, and eventually built up a selection of dark and gritty stories that would become my first collection of short fiction, VILE MEN, which was released in the October of 2015 from Dark House Press.
My short stories have been published in PANK, Pulp Modern, Punchnel’s, Pantheon, Out of the Gutter and Pulp Metal Magazine, as well as The New Black, and Exigencies anthologies.
I currently lives in Kamloops, British Columbia with my husband, daughter, and two cats. Some of my favourite things include: politics (specifically Canadian), gin, shopping online, mid-century style, and burning seasonally-appropriate scented candles. When I’m not writing or working my totally middle class retail job, I enjoy crocheting projects that I never finish while binging TV dramas.