Finnegan March spends most of her time on a tiny island with her two dogs, the woman she loves, and an ever-growing pile of books she fully intends to read—just as soon as she stops re-reading the same three.

When she’s not writing, she’s either floating somewhere offshore, rage-quitting a video game she swore would be fun, or plotting an elaborate career change that will never escape the notes app.

She is neither whimsical nor interesting, but she is disturbingly good at making things up. Her mother once feared this habit would be her downfall, but as it turns out, it just made her an author.