Jennifer Karen Cooke, who writes (hopefully) as J. K. Cooke, has lived in the rain-soaked wilderness of British Columbia (namely in the section known as Chilliwack) since she was an infant (that, no doubt, resembled a potato). Accordingly, her brain has gone rather soft and mushy. Occasionally she labours under the delusion she is a professional writer, or, sometimes, a small variety of tuber.
She has been a scribbler from an early age, and is still in possession of a dog-eared notebook from Grade Two, with a notation of a teacher stating she may be a writer someday. She holds a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University-College of the Fraser Valley with a double-major in English literature and European history, a very useful degree for work in the food service industry. Her interests and obsessions include horses, horse racing, the French Revolution, the Victorian era, and anything that seems more exotic and mysterious than the current era. She is currently devoid of useful occupation while trying to sell her first (completed) novel, Strawberry Winter, a tale about an herbwife, her missing daughter, and a very snarky stranger.
She has recently deserted the cow-infested wilderness of Chilliwack for the civilization of Vancouver, where she resides in a 12 x 12 room with a small fraction of her immense book collection, two computers, three fountain pens, a doll purporting to be Oscar Wilde, and a calico kitten named Willow.