About the Author

I am an open window. Tangled sheets at 1am.
I count stars instead of sheep and dream with my eyes open. It’s how I know that I’ll always remember them.
My creative journey began as a child when I used to paint the sky on the back of my hands so the folded paper cranes on my bedroom floor had a reason to come to life. I was born a dreamer and 33 years later, I still am.
I arrived a writer because my heart and body was creatively broken. I felt I had failed a relationship with my artistic expression, but looking back I realise this was meant to be part of my story. I longed for a different outlet – I found it and haven't let go.
My words are not just for me.
They are for you.
They are for all of us.
When you are home, then I am, too.