J. P. Dusel is a reader, traveller, gardener, visual artist, and storyteller, as well as a proud mother and grandmother. She lives with her partner Clark, a Golden Retriever named Maisie and an ever-expanding collection of houseplants.

As a small child, the author would carry a stack of books out to the local park pretending to go to school before she was old enough to actually do so. She was sadly disappointed to learn that school isn’t necessarily supportive of a child with too much imagination. She spent much of her later childhood hiding away in her room and anywhere else she might go unnoticed for a few hours escaping into the world of books.

Who are we kidding? She stills spends much of her time escaping in this way, after all, unless you have unlimited wealth for traveling, the ability to travel through time and into the minds of other people at will, no person can learn as much and have as many adventures as a reader of books. Through books, the author has lived in ancient Egypt, conquered new territory as a soldier of Rome, fought in the French Revolution and pondered philosophy with Russian aristocrats. She has ridden dragons, slain orcs and laughed at the romantic follies of women not too different from herself. In her memory, real people and events take on the golden sheen of dust motes drifting through sunbeams filtered through a library window. These golden flakes of memory are strewn freely through her writing.

J.P. has always had a penchant for putting her thoughts and feeling into words on paper but it wasn’t until the dark days of the pandemic that she ventured into the world of fiction. A desire to focus on something, anything, other than the chaos unfolding on the daily news, led to the creation of her first book, Plain Jane Brown.