Leanne was born in a small village in the middle of nowhere, UK. She was a pleasant enough child- as children go. Very little snot. Still, she was somewhat awkward. Her mother taught her to read around the age of three. After that she was the bane of every librarian in the local area. Years later she would get her high school headmaster into trouble when he allowed her to check out ten books at once. The limit was three.
She considers her defining moment was when, at the tender age of eighteen she submitted her first book to Colin Smythe - The same man that signed her hero, Sir Terry Pratchett. Upon request of a full manuscript and without any sense of shame she sent over 300,000 words of unedited garbage. Looking back, she cringes at what the poor folk at that agency thought when the postman lugged an over-stuffed shoe box through the door at them. Still, she received the shoe box back with a very generous letter and found that even though the second bloody word on the front page was misspelled, they had tried to wade through it for a few chapters and had even written helpful notes. To this day that manuscript is hidden away in shame, but it taught her a valuable lesson. Editing is your friend. It is your goddamn best friend. She is also very grateful to the poor souls that tried to make sense of a gawky teenager's brain. (She is truly sorry).
Now, over a decade later, Leanne is still a writer, and also an artist and graphic designer. She works as a complementary therapist and when the mood takes her, she does a bit of knitting or crochet. She lives slightly less in the middle of nowhere with three cats and an ever expanding aloe vera forest. She's not very good at being social.