The Banality Of Britt

There was never really a Plan B.

Britt Wolfe has been writing stories since she had baby teeth. Unfortunately, the publishing industry was not as enthusiastic about her brilliance as she was. So, naturally, she spent the next few decades reading, spiralling, and rewriting the same sentence 47 times while quietly collecting rejection like it was a competitive sport.

This website is not the product of a well-executed business strategy.

It’s a coping mechanism.

A digital scrapbook.

A 10,000-page book report on a two-page story that absolutely does not need that level of analysis. And yet—here we are.

She writes because it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to do.

Also because it makes the voices in her head more manageable, and therapy is expensive.

A FEW CRITICAL FACTS ABOUT HER CHARACTER ARC

  • She’s married to an Australian man who is so attractive and supportive that she’s pretty sure she manifested him through sheer delusion.

  • She lives in Calgary with a husky named Sophie (a literal angel) and a cat named Lena (who is at minimum haunted, possibly feral, and definitely plotting something).

  • She once cried while holding a baby crocodile. Not from fear. From joy.

  • Her personality is 50% batons, 40% Taylor Swift, and 10% undiagnosed disorders that may or may not involve alphabetizing her closet.

HER WRITING, IF YOU CAN CALL IT THAT

Britt writes:

  • Love stories that will emotionally wreck you

  • Poetry for the women you underestimate

  • Horror for the parts of you that still believe something’s watching

She writes fast, messy, obsessively, and entirely too much.
She’s published novels, novellas, poetry collections, and emotional support PDFs for people who feel a little too much all the time.

If you like clean plot arcs and characters who make rational decisions, this might not be for you.
But if you’ve ever whispered “just one more chapter” while sobbing into your pillow—
you’re home.

Britt Wolfe is living proof that dreams take time, delusion, resilience, and a disturbing amount of coffee.
She’s always writing.
She’s never satisfied.
And she’s going to keep doing this forever.

Sorry in advance.