Hi I'm Leigh
I was born beneath the gray skies and evergreen hush of Washington State, where the rain always felt like a lullaby and stories were how I made sense of the world. In 2020, I left that place behind and moved to Oklahoma—a new beginning that quietly unfolded into a journey of healing I didn’t know I was ready for.
Life has rarely been gentle. But even in the darkest corners, I’ve always looked for light—small glimmers of beauty that reminded me I was still here, still capable of growth, still becoming.
In 2022, I enrolled in college to earn my Bachelor’s in Creative Writing, with a minor in Business Writing, because I finally stopped running from my voice. I’m a mother of two incredible children—one who’s finding their way in adulthood, and one who’s just beginning to shape who she’ll become. They are wildly different, endlessly inspiring, and the heartbeats behind everything I do.
Fantasy was my first love—my shelter, my spark. And eventually, the stories I read gave way to stories I needed to tell. For years, I wrote in silence, afraid to be seen. But hiding has a weight of its own, and one day I realized I couldn’t carry it anymore. So I stepped into the light. I created my author pages. I began to share.
I’m still healing. Still learning how to be soft and strong at the same time. But now I walk with a found family at my side, a support system that reminds me who I am, and a fire in my chest that says: Keep going. You’re not finished yet.
I don’t know exactly where this path will lead, but I know this—I'm ready to find out. And I hope you’ll walk a little of it with me.
Why Written in Shards
I didn’t wait for all the pieces to come together.
I didn’t wait to feel whole or fully healed before putting my fingers to the keyboard. I started writing anyway—because the stories inside me wouldn’t stay silent.
The characters who’ve lived in my mind for years have grown with me. As I’ve walked through grief, trauma, and healing, so have they. Some of their wounds mirror mine. Some of their battles feel like echoes. And somewhere in that reflection, I realized I wasn’t writing from a place of light—I was writing through the broken.
That’s how Written in Shards was born.
Not from perfection.
Not from clarity.
But from choosing to step barefoot across the glass on the floor, knowing the pain was real, but what was waiting on the other side was worth it.
These words, these stories, these characters—they're written in the fragments of who I was, who I’m becoming, and everything I’ve survived.