In a pizzeria by the Irish Sea — where the air smelled of salt and rising dough — I first discovered the curious alchemy of creativity. Amid clattering pans and clinking glasses, I fell in love with crafting experiences (not just another wild mushroom and fontina masterpiece).

From floury counter-tops to courtrooms might seem a leap, but life's richest paths are rarely straight. My love of words led me to study law — a world where language is both sword and shield. Earning my degrees and joining the Bar, I discovered how words can wound, heal, and transform, and the curious dance of negotiation, where precision and empathy must dance together. Over time, I drifted from the clash of adversaries to the quieter triumphs of mediation, regulation, and bridge-building — creative acts, every one, if you squint the right way.

Through it all, a quieter passion simmered: writing. In stolen moments between life's demands, I return to the page — always finding, to my quiet joy, that the old fire is still there, waiting.