Does anyone actually give a fuck about the author? Doubtful. But here we are.
I was born, I lived, and I went to school to get a degree I don't use. I’ve got a real job that funds my crippling addiction to notebooks, art supplies, and overpriced coffee that I pretend helps me write faster.
I currently reside in an undisclosed location where summers are hot, winters are cold, and my right hip pops every time I walk like I’m 85. It’s fine.
Oh! I also like food, and I breathe air (like constantly). It's such an annoying tick.
Still reading? Why? Go read my books instead. They're way more interesting than I am.
In case you haven’t figured it out yet… I’m an indie author.
What does that actually mean? Glad you asked (you didn’t, but let's just pretend). It’s short for independently published, which is a fancy way of saying: I didn’t take the traditional route. No big publisher. No team of professionals holding my hand. I built this whole thing myself, duct tape and delusion included.
Why would I do that? Why, in the name of the Milkyway Galaxy, would I willingly torture myself by building my own website, designing my own interiors, and figuring out how ads work at 2AM while eating cereal?
Because I’m a control freak.
I didn’t want a team telling me my characters were too offensive, that I needed to cut the nude art, or that I can’t say fuck twice in a sentence. Because guess what, motherfuckers? I can say fuck twice in a goddamn fucking sentence. (Boom. Done.)
Most importantly: I do this because it’s fun. This is my hobby. My creative playground. I like writing weird-ass books and slapping together this horribly unprofessional website. I like making dumb TikToks at 10PM on a Friday night just to see if I can break five likes (spoiler: I never do). And somehow… all of that? It's weirdly enjoyable.
For the record, I’m not here to shove my books down your throat and become some kind of billionaire (though let’s be honest, that’d be nice). I published these stories in the hope that a few people might find joy in them—whether that’s a single laugh, a moment of escape, or just something that makes your day a little less soul-crushing.
So read along if you like the chaos. And if you don’t? Then don’t.
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