Hello. I write things.
I’m Renuka, an unapologetic feminist, short story writer, and an avid plotter of fictional murder mysteries. My entire world exists somewhere closely between messy first drafts and way too many cups of dark roast coffee.
Whether I’m writing a thriller that keeps my readers up at night or an essay on why modern romance needs an absolute overhaul, my stories are loud, fiercely independent, and constantly laced with my signature dry humor.
My Journey
I didn't start out wanting to be a writer. I started out wanting to be an astronaut, a detective, and a professional dog petter. When I realized that NASA's space suits look terrible on me and detective work involves far too much paperwork, I figured writing about them was the closest I could get to living those lives without putting on real pants. And guess what? It worked incredibly well.
Why I Write
The world is too loud, yet somehow not loud enough about the things that actually matter. I write because women's stories—the gritty, messy, entirely unpolished versions of them—need to be thrown directly into the spotlight. I write strong, flawed protagonists who don't sit around waiting for things to happen to them. They make the rules, and occasionally, they unapologetically break everything around them.
When I'm completely not writing
When I'm not forcefully staring at a blank screen begging it to organically produce narrative, you'll probably find me obsessively organizing my bookshelf, rescuing chaotic foster dogs, or meticulously plotting fictional murders in the corner of a crowded cafe while making direct eye contact with total strangers. Say hello if you spot me.