About
I’ve always been a fantasy nerd, rolling dice in Dungeons & Dragons campaigns and devouring every fantasy novel I could get my hands on. Turns out, all those years of world-building and character creation were excellent training for becoming an author.
My first novel, Force, came from the kind of dream you wake up from thinking “I need to write this down right now.” It was so vivid—a girl who could see and store magic—that I wrote the entire (admittedly terrible) first draft in three days flat. Thank you, ADHD-fueled hyperfocus and severe lack of sleep. That was back in 2011. I’ve always loved writing—I even have an English degree to prove it—but actually sitting down to finish a whole novel? That took a special kind of obsessive energy. The story kept calling me back, though, and eventually that first book became a trilogy: Force, Force of Nature, and Deadly Force.
These days I write fantasy and romantasy with magic systems, strong female characters, messy romance, and neurodivergent perspectives—because I write what I know and what I love. My stories tend to feature found family, people figuring out who they are, and characters navigating power (both the magical kind and the complicated human kind). I used to write exclusively in first person, but lately I’ve been experimenting with third person and dual narration. I’m also a total hybrid when it comes to plotting: I know my beginning and my ending, but everything in between? We’re all finding out together.
I live on Canada’s west coast, and I love sneaking real locations into my books when I can. Most of the Force series is set in places you could actually visit around here—though I’ve taken some creative liberties with the geography (and added significantly more magic).
When I’m not writing, I can usually be found doing “mom” things, or attempting to have me time in my little she shed (affectionately called “The Shawffice”). I’ve filled it with books, and decorated it entirely with Lego plants (because real ones don’t survive my care, but plastic ones are very forgiving). Spoiler: my family and my doodle always find me. Apparently cuddles are non-negotiable, even during crucial plot moments.
In 2019, I was hit by a car while cycling and ended up with permanent nerve damage in my dominant hand. It took until late 2024 before I felt ready to write again, but I’m back now—and my shawffice is once again filled with half-drunk tea, dog hair, and stories about magic.