Stephanie was born in Vermont during the biggest snowstorm of the year, or so her parents swear. She grew up in the golden age of the family computer, and at eleven she got her own, which she used mainly to download viruses and make her Sims kiss until they had babies.
Then came the AIM chatrooms that were supposed to be about MTV and absolutely were not. Then came Wattpad. After an unhealthy number of stepbrother and vampire romances, she wrote her own vampire love story. It hit ten thousand views, which felt like a million to a rural Vermont teenager, and she never finished it. Sorry.
She still lives in Vermont and still sits in front of a computer too much, except now she gets paid for it as a software engineer. Antisocial by choice, she finds part-time writer plus full-time hermit suits her nicely.
One of her first jobs was the shoe department at a sporting goods store, which taught her more about arch support and toe fungus than any human should carry around. Years of waitressing followed, mostly so she could swear off customer service forever. It didn't work. She still has nightmares about wine spilled into old ladies' purses and forgotten sides of ranch.
