Sophia’s writing career took off when, as a wee tyke, she became semi-famous for a short story about aliens. Her mom stuck it to the fridge, much like Jane Austen’s mom might’ve done, had she owned a fridge. It was a big deal. Her love of literature sent her to Simon Fraser University. A few years later she traded fog in for snow, having left to earn an advertising degree at Humber College in Toronto.
What else should you know? In third grade she went to a chess competition and lost every game. She talks with her hands. A lot. Like a lot a lot. She was kicked off her high school debate club for “being too social,” an all-time first for a sparsely attended club and an all-time low for someone who loves to talk. Feel free to contact Sophia in the usual ways: Carrier pigeon. Message in a bottle. Email.