My name is Ren. I have Only Child Syndrome. I cry tears of joy when it rains here in Los Angeles. I give inanimate objects human names. I'm hard of hearing and say "Huh?" a lot. I like nerdy things. I've been a lifelong music maker and songwriter, weaving my too-many-feelings into melodies, and then a couple years ago I decided to write a fiction book for young adults. Then I wrote some more stuff. And more stuff. And now you'll find me hermit-ing in my tiny minimalist apartment, plunking away at my partially-written novels (with my Imposter Syndrome and bad grammar) that I can hopefully share with you soon. When I'm not writing I'm reading or eating or daydreaming, all usually accompanied by a cup of coffee the size of my face (see above. but that's tea.) I volunteer for a crisis line, which shows me heaps of humanity in a world that's running thin. And sometimes I even leave my cave to go on adventures, because nature is my therapy, of which I need lots. Thanks for visiting me! 

XO, Ren