After a squiggly path of interning for a fashion magazine then working in cocktail bars, a casino, public relations, a media and events company, writing and editing, journalism, a day spa and a bookshop (should I also mention I was once paid to read tarot and DJ?) — I’ve now found my forever home in libraries. The dots do, eventually, connect.

My original dream was to run a not-cultlike-at-all countryside retreat that hosts literary and wellness events, but it turns out taking care of raw hectares of land is a lot of work. It’s also very expensive. So watching other people’s rural gardening vlogs will have to do, and the next best thing for me is a library, which is basically the same thing, but in an urban environment.

This is the part where I’m more serious and tell you why libraries matter so much to me, but I won’t.

I told my manager that I’ll still be here even if I get a million bucks and a huge Netflix deal for my first novel, which I’m still working on, to which she replied: “Yeah, let’s chat again when that happens.”

Anyway, why am I here, and why are you here? I’m not accepting freelance writing gigs anymore, so this website is kind of redundant now. Feel free to email me though, about anything anytime. And if you haven’t in a while, visit your local library. Rediscovering them as an adult is the best.