I am an artist who prefers drawing cute, adorable flowers and a writer who goes for not so cute and adorable monsters. Although I was telling fantastical stories since early childhood (telling my mom that someone else peed in my pants), I had never realized that I was actually any good at it until Vincent ( my husband) whipped me into shape and told me to shut up and start writing.
On one wonderful fall day Vincent told me to try my hand in writing short stories, to which I replied that I could never write a short story because I would suck at it and my grammar is bad because English is my third language and so on and so forth. Long story short, Vincent wakes up the next day and I present him with my first short story.
"You just told me you can't write," said Vincent. And then he read the story that I, the woman who had always painted colorful, adorable flowers, had written. It was a very dark story about OCD vampires (no seriously, OCD vampires can be very scary.)
And that was the beginning of The Kairan Curse, which ended up being broken down into 3 collections of short stories and notelets.