ABOUT ME
Growing up, I never felt represented. In my favourite books, in my favourite films, queer people were always the side characters, the funny ones. Always the punchline, never the one with feelings, looking for true love.
When I first started writing, in school, my teachers hated my style, they hated my voice. So I started separating homework from my actual stories, and started writing for myself. That's when I started actually having fun. Seeing something come to life from nothing simply because I thought of it, it's a crazy feeling.
To this day, I’ve finished only one book. 80 thousand words, not one tear. Only smiles. I am terrified of being on social media, I get anxious and stressed. But I keep going, I keep writing. I am loud, I want to giving queer people the voice they’ve been lacking for a long time. Because that’s what I needed to do for myself, it's what gave me purpose and what keeps me grounded.
When I am not writing, you can find me struggling with retro designs or pretending to work-out my local gym. If you are really lucky, you might spot me in a crowd with chocolate and a prosecco, but I must warn you. That never ends well.
Why Memory Loss?
I’ve started writing the memory loss trope as a challenge, when I was very young.
It’s been years now, and stories featuring amnesia are still my favourite. The drama, the suspension of disbelief, the will they/won’t they get their memories back… Sprinkle in some queerness, a healthy tablespoon of sugar and you’ve got it! I’m hooked.
Memory loss stories are not for the weak of heart. If you want to feel emotionally wrecked, Forgotten is the novel for you. HEA guaranteed, because I simply cannot help myself.