Hi! 

After spending most of my life getting lost in other people's stories, I decided to start writing the ones living in my head. Please be gentle - I'm new here and mildly terrified.  🫣

Current status: working on a story about a 17-year-old server trying to survive tourist season at a South Carolina beach town restaurant while juggling complicated feelings for her best friend and the mysterious new guy at work. (Based loosely on my own misadventures waiting tables in Hilton Head)

Fun facts:
- I've lived in 8 different states
- I can memorize the order of an entire deck of cards
- I've never met a bowl of cereal I didn't like (except Krave, the worst one ever created)

If you're reading this, welcome! Let's be friends! I promise to like your comments because I'm desperately seeking validation. 

New chapters whenever inspiration (and anxiety) allows 📝