I’ve been writing since I was a little girl. For a long time, I thought that meant I would grow up to be a journalist. I loved observing people, listening closely, noticing the way conversations curved and collided. It felt natural to want to turn that attention into words.

Life, of course, had other plans. Like many people with big creative dreams, I was gently but firmly encouraged to be practical. I published a few poems, chased traditional publishing paths, and came very close a few times. Close enough to receive recommendations. Close enough to believe it might finally happen. But it never quite did.

So I shifted. I focused on other goals. I built a life, achieved things I am genuinely proud of, and learned how to survive and grow in ways I never expected.

And then, quietly, I circled back.

What surprised me most was not that I wanted to write again, but that I never really stopped. I had manuscripts saved away, half-finished drafts, characters frozen in time. Pieces of myself from different eras, waiting patiently. Reopening them felt less like starting over and more like reintroducing myself to past versions of me I had almost forgotten.

One of those manuscripts was originally titled Adventures of a Kissing Whore. It eventually evolved into The Kissing List, but the heart of it remained the same. A story rooted in romantic chaos, imperfect choices, and the messiness of desire. Not because paying attention is a career, but because creating fantasy is how I process the world. Writing has always been less about documenting life and more about transforming it.

My stories are inspired by my own relationships and the ones I have witnessed. By friendships that held me together. By love stories that did not follow rules. By reinvention, again and again. I find myself writing these words with every version of myself I have had to become.

Now, I am publishing those stories. All of them. The old ones, the new ones, and the ones still forming. Not because everything is neat or perfectly timed, but because this is the part of my life where I finally let myself come back to what made me feel like a kid again.

That is why I am here.

 That is why this page exists.

And this time, I am not waiting for permission.