Teacher by day, author by night! Yes, I am one of those crazed, glasses-wearing, frizzy-haired English teachers trying to save the world from their/there/they’re catastrophes.
I actually never thought I’d end up teaching. I interned at a news station and a publishing house before landing a soul-crushing marketing job. That disaster led me to apply for Teach for America—best experience of my life. I lived on Oahu for two years and fell absolutely head-over-heels in love with my students and my profession. Teaching is for the insane, that’s for sure, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now I’ll be teaching at my alma mater in Kyle, Texas (tiny town right outside of Austin). Can’t believe I’m making the leap from 7th graders to 9th graders, but I’m excited.
What else? Hmm…I’m obsessed with food trucks and the color yellow. I wrote THE WAITING ROOM after a dream that led to a cheesy love poem. The afterlife is always something that has intrigued me. A lot of people assume my novel is chick-lit, a full-blown romance, but it’s not. It’s more so philosophical fiction with elements of fantasy and romance. But that’s a REALLY long genre name I suppose.
The Waiting Room:
Jude and Nina are the epitome of that whole raw, unflinching love thing that most people are jealous of. That is, until Jude dies and wakes up in The Waiting Room, surrounded by other souls who are all waiting to pass over into their next life. But unlike those souls, Jude’s name is never called by the mysterious “receptionist”. He waits, watching Nina out of giant windows. He’s waiting for her. What is this place? How long will he wait? And what will happen when and if Nina does join him? The Waiting Room is a story of not just love, but of faith, predestination, and philosophy, friendship and self-actualization, of waiting.