Born in 1989, K. Stevens has lived through being two generation classifications; at some point early on, it was thought if you were born then, you were part of Gen X/Y. Then it became Millennial. Then it became just 'Gen X' and Gen Y became something different, but it didn't matter because they extended the birth-year range of the Millennial to encompass '89 and so there I am.
During this time of generation confusion, K. Stevens succumbed to social hierarchy and pressure, learned why we don't do that, broke free, broke her GPA, broke her brain, then went flat broke. Among all that wreckage grew stories and creativity, and a new-found love for the small things in life.
She still doesn't have much money or a college degree, but so far she's turned out three novelettes, two short story collections, two online interactive fiction work...thingies, a vegan-vampire-centered blog, lots of digital POD designs, annnnnnd has survived 2020 so far. She's still got enough rough drafts and WIPs to dump in a room and swim through (although ouch, paper cuts), rediscovered her nerdy side, collaborated in a yet-to-be-published short story collection, takes photos of everything, and constantly checks her top-secret TARDIS-Tracker for activity.