I’m a Book Shaman, a Life & Equus Coach, a Nomad, and a Nondescript Heathen, but above all, I’m a Writer. I began my writing career at the age of seven when I penned my first brilliant short story about witches with carbuncles. As a teenager my writing leaned toward the morose when I attempted to write my vast memoir at the age of fourteen. Finally, at seventeen, with my towering experience in regards to the matters of love, I wrote a few pages of a romance novel. I’m currently revising the first book of a middle-grade fantasy trilogy, and shitty-first-drafting a weird western about a gnat named Louis.

My 10,000 hours (of Malcolm Gladwell fame) in “applying ass to chair”, obtaining a Bachelor’s in English/Creative Writing, along with an M.F.A. in Writing Popular Fiction, and devouring thousands of books, spawned my Book Shaman practice where I have helped New York Times bestselling authors to “transmute fuzzy thoughts into language people can understand.” As a Developmental Editor, I have used my experience to bring structure and form to some really amazing books that line the shelves of your local bookstores. I bring accountability, partnership, and process to my writers, which allows them to face the blank page and actually pen their brilliant work.

In addition to wielding my “red Sharpie” in helping folks to write books, I’m also a Life & Equus Coach specializing in helping entrepreneurs to build the businesses of their dreams and busting through the blocks we all have to shining our bright lights in the world. Whether we’re on the phone or in-person in my round pen with one of my amazing horses, there is always depth, transformation, and big ahas.

I’ve moved over thirty times, hence the nomadic nature, but for now I reside in the Wild, Wild West with my menagerie of four-leggeds: Three horses, two pups, and three cats (this latter number likely increased two seconds after I updated this bio.) To some this urge to move might seem exciting, however, there have been times I’ve ended up in the deepest bowels of our great Mother Earth. For example, I spent a year living in Rawlins, Wyoming where I was blown back and forth across the road and where I ran home from school every day on the lookout for dark vans that kidnapped children. I once peed my pants while frantically searching for my latchkey.