I went to Ryerson film school and discovered I was NOT a director. But I did love writing. Even after my pretentious film student years, I loved any kind of writing: wrap reports, boring ass work documents, instruction manuals, chicken puns for ad campaigns - just anything.
My day job was projection tech and my spare time was a mix of working on more creative projects and “taking to bed” like a Victorian-era female who just couldn’t.
I’m peri-menopausal, I get migraines from sunlight, and I once threw my back out putting on pants.
I have spent some time as a stay-at-home-aunt because I fucking love my niece and nephew. Sure, they confirmed all the reasons I never wanted my own kids but man…those little weirdos are the highlight of every day. People tell me I should get out of my house more, but like I’m really tired from spending hours playing a never-ending lego battle with my nephew or I’m busy spoon-feeding my niece water because that’s how she felt like drinking at that moment or I’m sick because one of them coughed in my mouth.
My nephew is the reason I got into crafting and making kids books (AMAZING for anxiety by the way), my disaster of a body is the reason I wrote a feature, and a friend - so close to me I call her my wife - is my collaborator for all things film.
This is my work, in all of its contrasting glory.