I grew up by a small glacial lake in New Hampshire and, after brief stints in Colorado and Rhode Island, settled back in the granite state with my husband and daughter (who will be affectionately referred to on this blog as “The Goobess”). As a small child, I told my mother I’d defaced a wall with crayons because I’d been possessed by an imp. I’m convinced that same imp drives me to write.
When I’m not at my day job or cranking out novels on my laptop, you can find me soaking in the new golden era of television, stalking my favorite musicians on Twitter, trying not to embarrass myself on the volleyball court, and reading books of all sorts. I love giant squids and the color red, I hate the phrase “no offense,” and I think birds are creepy.
Once upon a time, I was a lawyer but found myself unemployed in the thick of the recession. For my own sanity I started writing, and to make ends meet I took a job as a case manager at a residential program for teens. The kids I met there will forever serve as a well of inspiration for the contemporary YA I write.