Lydia Maine spent her childhood building fairy houses and arguing the existence of dragons. A few decades into that childhood, and life doesn't look much different. She writes in cursive and drives stick shift. Some days, she wears all black with purple lipstick and goes to seedy dive bars, while others she dons vibrant sundresses and dances through fields of wildflowers. Everything, to her, is an adventure, so it's no surprise she now writes about such. It's only a shame she has to add in the description of "paranormal" or "fantasy" now.

Lydia's writing is either the cause or result of her insomnia. Her books reflect traumas she has experienced and some she will never know. She draws on the mundane to further glorify the fantastical lives she would rather be living, leaving small pieces of herself in each story she tells.