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About me

I have lived most of my life confined to the East Coast of the United States, having lived in Maryland, Pennsylvania and Western New York.

As a child, I developed a love of storytelling more as a means to keep myself occupied on the thirty minute drive to and from school, but later as a result of trying to find reading material. My first novel was written in 1996, when I was fourteen. For the next six years, I wrote about one novel a year.

During my sophomore year in high school, I realized I could make a living from writing, and focused my energy both on writing fiction and non-fiction. I ended up attending Bob Jones University for a degree in Journalism, but winded up graduating in 2004 with a degree in Creative Writing, and a minor in art. It was during my senior year of college that I discovered a love for weaving and bookbinding.

Since graduating from college, I have focused on writing and weaving. My first foray into publishing novels came in 2008 when I self-published a children's historical mystery called, The Missing Quilt. That experience made me realize I preferred to work with a publisher instead of on my own.

In the early spring of 2011, I left my job to pursue my writing full-time. That year, I wrote two novels, Bloodroot (currently unpublished, and still being edited) as well as Azure Maris. In the summer of 2012, I submitted Azure Maris to Ambassador International where it was subsequently picked up. In 2014, I followed Azure Maris up with its sequel, Azure Lights, and a new series beginning with Shamrocks of Stone.

In addition to writing, I am also a weaver, primarily focusing on fashion and accessories. My love of weaving is genetic as both my grandmother and great-grandmother wove. After inheriting their looms, I decided I wanted to learn how to weave, and the opportunity presented itself in college. Since 2009, I have sold my handwoven items at local fairs and online through Etsy.

Writing and weaving, for me, are interconnected because of the ability to tell a story. Writing develops a story out longer whereas weaving provides a momentary image or feeling. I tend to incorporate weaving into many of my novels either as an occupation for a character or as part of their daily lives.

I see my Christian faith and arts as a woven fabric providing support and structure from both avenues. I do not necessarily see myself as a Christian writer, but as a writer who is a Christian.


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