Hi! I'm a full-time analyst who spends my days building spreadsheets and creating complex models. At home, my husband and I are raising our niece full-time, which means life is equal parts questionable choices, chaos, and reward.

Somewhere between busy schedules, perimenopause, and wondering what on earth was missing from my life, I made the perfectly reasonable decision to take on a second job that pays absolutely nothing: writing novels.

When I'm not asking "what if?" about artificial intelligence, human nature, and the systems we build, you'll probably find me overthinking a plot twist, reading, or trying to convince myself that this draft is actually the final draft. (It isn't.)