I happily live in Kansas with my wonderful husband and snuggle-pup, (who is most definitely spoiled,) and spend the long winter months trying to figure out how to fill my yard with flowers so I never have to mow again. When I'm not working with my beloved elderly clients, I'm turning blood into ink, talking to people who don't exist, creating entire worlds and spending way too much time plotting how to cause the most pain with my stories—all while making a general nuisance of myself and eating far too many cookies…(which isn't actually possible, because there's no such thing as too many cookies.) My existence is dependent on Jesus, copious and questionable amounts of magic bean juice, and grace, while I rearrange all 26 letters of the alpha
