Leigh Keller

Hey there, I’m Leigh Keller.
Mother. Writer. Survivor.
A little bit haunted. A little bit angry. A whole lot of real.

I grew up in Washington State and now live in a small town in Oklahoma. I’m currently working toward my Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing, chasing a dream I kept hidden for too long—the dream to write stories that aren’t afraid to bleed.

For as long as I can remember, books have been my escape.
They were my sanctuary when the real world felt like too much—when the trauma closed in, when I couldn’t breathe, when everything hurt too loud to explain.
Reading gave me characters who were brave when I couldn’t be, and fantasy worlds that offered refuge from the one I was stuck in. It wasn’t just entertainment. It was survival.

Eventually, escape turned into purpose.
I started writing stories—messy, angry, beautiful ones, where the broken could be the heroes, and the heroes didn’t have to be perfect. They could have scars. They could fall apart and still save the day. And maybe, through them, I could learn how to survive too.

This blog, Written in Shards, is a reflection of that journey.

I won’t promise light and fluffy content.
I won’t pretend healing is clean or linear.
But I will promise this: what you read here will always be real.

Because I’m not here to be perfect.
I’m here to be honest.
And if my words help someone else feel a little less alone in the dark, then that’s reason enough to keep writing.

So if you’re walking through your fire
If you’ve got scars that don’t show,
monsters that won’t sleep,
or pieces of yourself you’re still trying to glue back together 
You’re not alone here.

Welcome to the chaos.
Welcome to the fight.
Welcome to Written in Shards.

This is where I'll share:

  • Snippets from my current writing projects, dark fantasy and psychological thrillers full of flawed characters, buried secrets, and sharp truths.

  • Pieces of my healing process — raw, unfiltered, and never tied up in a neat little bow.

  • Music and books that get me through the hard days.

  • And frequent interruptions from Writer Cat, the fey god in disguise who stalks my keyboard, judges my life choices, and demands offerings in exchange for creativity.

🐾 Writer Cat’s Note:

Look at you, getting all honest and vulnerable. Gross. But also… kind of powerful. Don’t let it go to your head. Now that you've exposed your soul, maybe you’ll finally write that chapter I’ve been screaming at you about for weeks. Chop chop, mortal.

— Your emotionally unavailable muse and chaos consultant, Writer Cat 🐈‍⬛