E. Jax Willoughby is a fan of reinvention, continually shifting as the situation demands. Early in life, they were fortunate enough to receive training in creative writing at Interlochen Arts Academy, before reality intervened. After obtaining an entirely too long string of letters after their name, they ate what they killed on the fringes of academic medicine. Inevitably, infinite toil eventually crushed both body and spirit and they turned back to writing, seeking restoration. When not clacking away on the keyboard, they can be found in the pottery barn torturing clay or walking trails with their long-suffering spouse and spunky noodle-dog.
