I’ve been telling stories since I was small enough to fit inside a kitchen cabinet, and I'm not planning on stopping any time soon. You're going to have to pry my laptop from my cold dead hands, and even then, I'll probably wake up somehow to stop you. Whether it's through a dark fantasy trilogy like The Illyria Series or a standalone revisionist Western like Rattlesridge, my eternal goal is to pull you into unique, inclusive LGBT+ friendly worlds where the 'heroes' are flawed and happily-ever-afters are just a teeny tiny bit questionable.When I’m not weaving fictional worlds, I’m helping people navigate this one. Having worked as a funeral arranger and now as a grief coach, I spend a lot of time helping the bereaved wade through the forever-complicated world of loss, untangle their difficult feelings about it, and find their footing again. So I promise I’m the least intimidating goth you’ll ever meet. Unless you’re Dettlaff van der Eretein in The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt game. Then, we might have a problem because I have that boss battle down to a tee.Anyway...sometimes words aren't enough when it comes to grief. Sometimes you need something unique, something that makes the concept more accessible and understandable while also being engaging and dare I say hyperfixation-worthy. That's why I created Threnody! If my coaching is about helping people manage their internal chaos, Threnody is about what happens when that chaos gets a physical body. It’s a dark, magical musical series about Death attempting to shed her own sorrow and unleashing the very stages of grief personified in the process. This series is brought to life by my tiny but wonderful dream - or should I say nightmare, to keep up with the 'spooky' theme...? - team: Alyssa (Art), Spud (Editing), and Verdi (Music).When I'm not writing, helping people navigate loss, or conjuring up new ideas for a story, you’ll find me devouring second-hand books, gliding around on ice with what are essentially knives attached to my boots, looking after my multiple tropical aquariums, or curating my growing collection of thrifted gothic fashion. I have a soft spot for convincing wild pigeons to be my friend, too. If you see me sharing pictures and clips of a certain piebald pigeon called Whimsy, then here's some lore: she's the very first pigeon I ever befriended.Oh, and I consider spooky puns of grave importance.