Tina Sinclair is a new author, though she’s been crafting tales since high school, she only recently took the plunge into indie publishing. Her love for fantasy, folklore, and the supernatural bleeds into every page, woven into worlds that feel as vivid as reality.
When she’s not dreaming up fierce heroines, brooding shifters or plotting magical chaos, she can be found lost in a fantasy book, drawing, unapologetically spoiling her dogs, or diving into her latest DIY project.
Tina currently lives on a tropical island in the Caribbean, where the sunsets are stunning, the coffee is strong, and the inspiration never stops.
Story time...
Remember when you were a kid on a long car ride, imagining a character running alongside the car, jumping over every obstacle? My overactive brain knew a human couldn’t outrun a car… but maybe a dog could. Or a horse. Or a cheetah. Or a hawk.
That was the start of my obsession with shifters. And me, being the extra chaos queen that I am, I gave those imaginary runners names, backstories, families… Entire worlds.
My therapist once told me to keep a journal to organize my thoughts and be more productive. My problem wasn’t daily life, though—it was the hundreds of scenarios constantly running wild in my head.
Picture this: I’m in class, the math teacher is explaining something that will definitely be on the test. I get distracted by her long silky hair… maybe she’s a witch… maybe she feeds off of the suffering of children, that’s why she’s a math teacher, to stay young…
“Sinclair!” she snaps. “Are you paying attention?”
Me, snapping back to reality: “Yes!”
(Spoiler: I failed that test spectacularly.)
So I started the notebook. Not a normal journal about daily to-do lists (normal is overrated, come to the crazy side, we have shifting hotties). Mine was for the stories.
There was the girl who pretended to be a man to join a pirate crew.
The boy who could see supernatural creatures no one else saw.
A girl who found a portal to another dimension.
A bodyguard who discovered her billionaire client was a vampire.
Those notebooks grew, in number and size. Short stories turned into sagas. Drawings joined the pages. I let my best friend read them, and she lent them to others. Soon, people I didn’t even know asked for the next chapter. I didn’t mind, as long as they returned my precious notebook.
One day, I was walking to class when the school principal called me in. There I was, sweating bullets, going over the list of possible reasons why I could be in trouble (it was not a short list) when she leaned in conspiratorially and asked, “So… is Sam ever going to tell Jordan the truth?”
My brain exploded with shock, confusion, and relief. We spent half an hour talking about characters and plot twists. She gave me ideas and critique I still use today. She told me I should pursue writing. I brushed it off as her just being nice to one of her students…
Over twenty years later, I learned she was a published author. And that little seed I had buried deep within the garden of forgotten dreams suddenly sprouted:
What if…?
I sent some fanfics and short original stories to an editor.
“Do you think I have what it takes to publish?”
“What’s your goal?” they asked.
I wasn’t sure how to answer, but I remembered how it felt to see people react to my stories. To hear them laugh, cry, fall in love with the hero, root for the heroine, or absolutely hate the villain. To hear them say, “I wish that creature was real.”
That’s what I wanted.
“I want to share my stories.”
And here we are.
It hasn’t been easy. Writing is my most bipolar adventure yet.
Some days, everything flows, the plot is tight, the characters are solid, and I’m dancing around the room like, “Look at these books! I wrote them!”
Other days, nothing makes sense. The plot is trash, the characters suck, and the villain’s motivations are stupid, and I’ll be all like “Why am I even wasting my time doing this?” *cries into pillow*
I have to remind myself: Rome wasn’t built in a day. Art takes time to master.
Putting something you poured your soul into out there, only to be met with silence, can be crushing. That’s when I channel my inner Rowan and remind myself: Giving up is not an option.
And those days, I can almost hear her telling me: “Shut up and keep writing. You’ll get there.”
Ten Things About Me...
✅ 1. I leave little presents for myself. Nothing too crazy—just small things I know I’ll forget (and regret) later.
Like that one time I was on a roll, writing like I was possessed, and then I went to the fridge only to realize I was out of energy drinks.
But then… I spotted a four-pack on the kitchen counter with a Post-it note that said:
“I gotcha.
Love, Past Tina.”
✅ 2. I get suspiciously emotional about fictional deaths… even when I’m the one who wrote them.
I got a call one time, and I was practically sobbing when I picked up. The person on the line immediately asked if I was okay.
Through sniffles, I managed to reply, “[Name] died.”
They gasped. “Oh no, I’m so sorry, honey. Were you close?”
I sniffled again. “They’re a character from my book.”
The silence that followed made it very clear that my relative was seriously questioning my sanity.
✅ 3. If a character doesn’t have at least one traumatic backstory, I’m not interested.
✅ 4. I once wrote 12,000 words in a single sitting, then slept for 10 hours straight and didn’t touch my keyboard for a week.
✅ 5. I act out conversations aloud… yes, growls and all. (Please don’t judge me, we’ve already stablished that I’m weird. 😂)
✅ 6. I believe books are the ultimate form of magic: they let you live infinite lives and travel to completely new worlds without leaving your room.
✅ 7. I read the first three Twilight books in one sitting. My elbows still haven’t forgiven me.
✅ 8. I stopped being friends with someone over a book. She had the habit of reading the last chapter first and spoiling the ending for everyone. Who the hell does that!?
✅ 9. I make a nest of pillows in my bed when I’m reading a book I really enjoy. That way, I can move in any direction and my head will always land on a pillow.
✅ 10. My “research” browser history could probably land me on multiple watchlists. Highlights include:
“Can a bear kill a grown man with one swipe?”
“How long before you die from a femoral artery puncture?”
“Can a Komodo dragon eat an entire person?”
“Can a body be identified after being digested by an animal?”
“How hard is it to hack police servers?”
“Will your vocal cords be hurt if someone slits your throat?”
“Can you chop off an arm with a sword?”
“Are there laws specifically forbidding human testing?”
(If the FBI is reading this… it’s for a book. I promise.)
"When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade, sell them, lemons are getting expensive."
Tina Sinclair
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