How This All Started

From scripts to stories—this is where it began.

I didn’t start writing because I dreamed of being an author. I started because YouTube was taking off, and like a lot of kids back then, I wanted to be famous.

So I wrote scripts—little scenes and ideas I imagined turning into videos someday. When I brought them to my mom, I didn’t expect much. But she read them, looked at me, and said I had a gift.

I didn’t believe her. Not at first.

But I kept writing. The scripts grew deeper. Characters started to speak louder in my mind. Scripts turned into backstories… backstories into short stories… and eventually, short stories into novels.

Somewhere along the way, I realized I didn’t want to be famous. I wanted to create worlds. I wanted to build characters that felt real and flawed and worth following. I wanted to write.

Even if it never got me anywhere. Even if no one ever read it.

Now, writing is part of who I am. It’s how I process the world, how I make sense of silence, and how I ask the questions I can’t always say out loud.

I’m incredibly grateful for the people who’ve supported me on this path—especially my family and my fiancé—who believed in me long before I believed in myself.

This may have started with a dream of the spotlight. But it led me somewhere better: to the stories that matter, and to the people who help me tell them.