H.P. Holo

When not writing her latest novel, H.P. enjoys procrastinating, planning cosplays she’ll never finish, cooking weird meals out of random leftovers, saying nice things to her kitchen garden (especially the blueberries; they’re always a little sad), fangirling over terrible movies, and arguing that Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs is, in fact, the most perfect movie ever made.

She lives in South Carolina with her husband, a bunch of plants, and a cat who thinks exactly as much of herself as she deserves.