About
Who Writes This Stuff, Anyway?
As a child, Ivy spent most of her time scribbling stories in spiral-ring notebooks. They were uniformly terrible.
After years of trying to talk herself into more sensible pursuits, she’s back to doing what comes naturally—spending time in made-up worlds and having conversations with people who don’t exist.
She writes books where magic is real and everyone has an endless supply of snarky banter. Because she has a short attention span, she tries to leave out the boring parts.
Ivy lives in New England with her husband, three children, and golden retriever—who is easily the best-behaved of the bunch.