Bio
Therapist by trade, writer by necessity. Lifelong learner with a fondness for old texts, unanswerable questions, and the strange rituals we invent to make sense of being alive.
I tell stories about survival, intimacy, power, and the ways we stitch meaning into the chaos.
They often feature broken people looking for ways to mend—and playing with knives in the process.These works are the product of my imagination (within the bounds of transformative works) and, at times, immense frustration. They may not be used to train, test, or feed any machine learning models or AI tools, including generative language models. That includes scraping, embedding, or dataset incorporation of any kind. I'm sharing these stories with readers, not machines. Please respect the time, imagination, and effort behind them.
You’re welcome to create fanart, podfics, or translations based on my work—just credit the original as your source or inspiration, and don’t repost or publish derivative work for profit. If it’s a podfic or a piece of art, it should be created by a human, not software or AI. I take that shit seriously.
Also, if you do make something inspired by my work, please let me know. I’d be absolutely thrilled to see it.
Thanks in advance!
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