|Location||Pittsburgh, PA, United States|
|Introduction||So, I’ve never been able to write a bio. I hate them. I’ve been asked to write several now, and every time, I’m ambushed by the overwhelming urge to chew glass and dance in the middle of Pittsburgh traffic wearing only a large, flowered hat.
I’m not a big fan of sensible things.
I write in the margins of books, in notebooks, on my cantankerous old laptop. Sometimes I go on adventures. These tend to involve chaos imps, misappropriated museum exhibits and closeted space time continuums. Nothing you need to know about, at any rate.
I’m irreverent and flippant. I creep in the corners. I eavesdrop inappropriately and write about it later. I name people and the names stick. Most things, I dislike as much as I like them. I’m full of hope and irritation and sometimes in the middle of conversations I become an eighty year old woman with a mischievous sense of humor and a bad disposition. I have opinions about my not having opinions, and I am fantastic.
|Interests||writing, editing, magazines, drawing, painting, cooking, exploring, adventures, norse mythology, rabbits|
|Favorite Movies||Labyrinth, Tenth Kingdom, Mirrormask|
|Favorite Music||Jason Webley, Amanda Palmer, Tom Waits, musicals, movie soundtracks, everything|
What would you wear for camouflage if you were hiding in a gingerbread house?
A cherry, two drink umbrellas, and a smile.