Having lived through a romance series, a contemporary drama, and more than a few picture books worth of plot, Elizabeth Snow (comfortable with pronouns you choose to use) lives with their husband in a dream home, cared for by a bossy old cat, where they try desperately, and futilely, to keep up with their kids.
Having enjoyed a safe and sheltered childhood, they understand the power of stories to expand horizons and explore ideas. A victim of chronic pain since the age of 13, stories have long filled the silence, providing not just access to far away worlds but dear friends. And, as a late-comer to any clear understanding of their own queer identity, they are well-acquainted with the need for diversity in voice and character. Having told themself stories their entire life—to entertain, to distract, to cope—they’ve decided to flex their fingers and share their stories with anyone who will take the time to read them.