My first memories are of my brother’s death. Maybe that’s why I’ve always wanted to understand the connection between memory and identity. At 17, when I was writing the very first draft of Traces, I was also bandaging my friends’ suicide attempts. I’ve volunteered as a writing tutor for refugees and autistic students, visitor on the closed ward of a psychiatric hospital, advocate for the LGBTQIA+ community (of which I am a member), and celebrant for bereavement ceremonies. As an educator, YA/NA novelist, and poet, I know that nobody can heal unless they feel safe and seen, which is why I believe so strongly in trauma-informed communication and radical acceptance.
SOPHIE JOHANNIS wrote her first book at the age of four (but the squiggles refuse to be deciphered). An English nerd holding advanced degrees in literature and linguistics, she frequently annoys her students with objectively terrible puns. She spends her free time trying (with limited success) to keep her cats off her laptop or looking for shiny rocks and baby reptiles outside.
#1: The “out-loud test”
I read each sentence out loud and make changes until it no longer makes me cringe or bang my head against the keyboard.
#2: The “goosebump test”
If a key passage gives me goosebumps, it probably doesn’t suck too badly.