{ ABOUT ME }

 

At 7 years old, Sierra Abrams decided that one day she would publish a book. For over a decade, in between exploring other career options, she kept coming back to that very first dream. Now her life consists of pantsing books of all kinds... Kissing books, angsty books, killing books, whimsical books, and sometimes books that are all of the above. When she's not writing, you can find her reading, traveling, consuming sushi, or daydreaming about Henry Cavill.

 

 

...you're still here, I see. Didn't buy my official bio? Skeptical of my cuteness? Want to know more about my mysterious and fascinating life as a writer? Well. I can tell you here, but you have to promise not to tell all my secrets, okay?

Okay.

I was born in Texas, in November, in the year of the dinosaurs.  I was raised by two Californians who have the craziest love story you'll ever hear, and over time I came to have three little sisters and one little brother. My dad fights fires and saves lives for a living, and my mom fights fires and saves lives for free. (Translation: she's a stay-at-home mom.) We were homeschooled, but don't worry, we took tests and had friends and wore seatbelts just like everybody else. Yes, someone did actually ask me that. And yes, we did actually do math in our pajamas every day. It was glorious.

When I was 11, my parents decided it was time to move back to California because they missed it so much. We've been in San Diego ever since.

I really was seven when I decided I'd publish a book one day in my future.  I remember it was the end of summer and I tentatively told my sister about my ideas. "I just don't know where to begin," I stressed to her.

She was four. I don't think she was really interested, as she scribbled away at a masterpiece only a four-year-old can create, sitting at our art table, her bare feet dangling a few feet above the cold black and white tile.

I started writing a few months later. I didn't know where to begin then, either, I just....did it. Somehow. And here I am now, years later, still not plotting unless the characters force me to, still winging it with blind trust that my characters are going to show up. And they always pull through, even if some of them are incredibly late. *glares*

Since then I've written approximately 12 manuscripts, but only about 7 of those are salvageable. One of them is even going to be published this year. So far, people really seem to like it. That kind of blows my mind.

Can you believe I wanted to be in architect in 9th grade? It didn't last long, however, as that was also the year I realized writing was my Great Passion and why on earth would I study math and science for 10 years when I could study English for the rest of my life? And then I took it a step further: I dropped out of college after 3 semesters so I could write full time.

All friends were skeptical, but some were supportive. Some sassy people told me I was crazy to try. My parents cheered me on. My bosses supported me and daydreamed about a world-wide book tour with me. I kept writing, kept proving myself. Kept fighting to do what I love.

Eventually, I had everyone on my side.

And, viola! Here we are, must months away from a book I wrote being out in the world.

Some brief (but important) facts about me: I'm a wild nerd. I love dark stories, bloody stories, stories of mayhem. I listen to every genre of music except country. (Btw, this is the most Sierra song to ever exist.) Zack Snyder makes my favorite movies. I used to work as a florist's assistant and have some training as a designer. I can't draw or paint to save my life. I did one semester of musical theater in high school and got the lead role. I'm a nanny at my day job. I relate to Hamilton more than almost any other person or character ever to have lived or been created. And most importantly: I love Jesus with all my heart.