Isobel writes from the threshold—between ambition and vulnerability, chaos and control, intimacy and distance. A lifelong native of New York’s Capital District, she finds beauty in the overlooked and resonance in the quiet.

Her past work spans music journalism, cultural commentary, poetry, and speculative fiction, but this is the story that asked for everything: time, truth, contradiction, and care.

She publishes under a pseudonym not to hide, but to protect the intimacy of the work itself. Some stories need silence to echo properly.

She believes in narrative resonance—the kind that hums beneath the plot—and in characters who ache beyond their own comprehension. She writes tension that lingers, dialogue that bruises, and the quiet, impossible magic of being truly seen.