In A Nutshell: A Brief History of the Author

I was born in the hottest month on Friday the 13th.

I grew up in the arts capital of the midwest surrounded by hippies and good food. I started telling people I was going to be a writer when I was six. I spent my time making up stories and imagining a life where I was doing book readings in coffee shops. There was nothing more that I wanted.

I moved away from the arts capital when I was eleven and right hen I was hitting the age of writing dark poetry about wind and branchless trees and how they related to my soul. Even through this phase I never let go of my dream to be a writer because I had no idea what else I would do if the words ever stopped.

I moved away from the branchless trees at fourteen and suddenly hit my stride. The words started flowing more than ever, and suddenly it felt so effortless to express myself. Inspiration was everywhere. I competed in poetry slams, MCed some others, I worked for the newspaper and edited a literary magazine. I was truly happy.

When I turned seventeen the words stopped.

I made a realization that in the world of editors and co-writers there would never be anything that was ever truly mine. Things I didn’t even collaborate on were being sent out in my name making me feel like a liar. I went to college for something far from creative writing and English, driven by a new dream. But I could never stop thinking about what I was leaving behind.

As graduation approaches and I’m closer and closer to not getting an English degree I’m trying to reconnect with that little girl who told everyone for eleven years that she was going to write America’s next great novel. Because I want to remember what being that truly contented feels like. Because I really need to.

I love:
Hot tea
Taking pictures
Indi films
Video work
My mom
My cat
Music
Dancing
Working out
Reading good books
Reading not so good books
Maroon
Dark blue
Autumn
Cats
Corgis
Dresses
And countless, countless other things

I strongly dislike:
Having wet feet
When my hair sticks to my lipgloss
Below zero temperatures (unless I’m inside with a cat and book drinking tea)
Slipping
Talking on the phone
Spiders
Being afraid
Bad news
People talking down to me
Loud noises
And not so countless other things.
I really enjoy most things.