At the height of the pandemic, finding myself rather pregnant with my second and desperate for toddler entertainment, I wrote my first picture book. Was it a preachy tale about a fox and rabbit in a garden? Yes. Was it terrible? Of course! But I'm so thankful that I leapt feet first into the brutally beautiful world of publishing. Since then, I've birthed two children, written an armful of picture books, a sprinkling of board books, and I'm 55k into drafting my first YA novel. It's wild what you can do in a few short naptimes.