Officially, I was born in Berkeley, California, and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. Growing up, I studied ballet and piano, and I read a lot of books. I doubled majored in English and political science at UCLA, where I was a member of Kappa Delta sorority and worked at a campus coffee shop. After graduating, I moved to Washington, DC, to work at a higher education research firm. I’ve written stories since I was able to physically write, but it wasn’t until I was about thirteen that I realized I wanted to be a writer professionally.
The interesting version is that I taught myself to read at age 5, piecing together the alphabet and consonant blends. I shocked my parents with this ability when I informed my dad that he had missed the highway exit back to our house as we drove home after visiting friends. One of my earliest memories is reading a book called Here Comes Winter, the tale of a rabbit sewing a new coat, to my pre-K class. In 2nd grade, I begged my teacher to let me finish my short story about purple people eaters (no relation to the Minnesota Vikings) at home because I had pages left before the plot in my head would conclude. At some point in middle school, I wrote over one hundred pages of Harry Potter fan-fiction that will forever be locked away on a hard drive. After graduating from college, I quickly realized that the only natural thing for me to do as a respectable 21st-century English major with writer ambitions was to start a blog.
In no particular order, a random assortment of things I enjoy include literature, dance, music, yoga, live theater, progressive thinking, city lights, Oxford commas, scarves, autumn leaves, British period pieces, cats, cat gifs, and listicles about cats.
Other useless bits of information are that I cannot roll my tongue but I can roll my R’s, that I was named after Gelsey Kirkland, and that my left ear is unnaturally pointy and elf-like.
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