Nerd by trade, rower by accident, meditator by choice, freak because it’s fun.

I’m little warped. I probably spend way too much time alone. I have an odd affinity for weapons. Occasionally I paint. I really need to finish writing those novels. I frequently freak out. Most of the time, I could act more grown up.

I have two dogs, neither of whom is quite right in the head, which is probably why we get along.

Most of the time I’m behind on my work, a situation that could probably be rectified if I read less. I sing in the car. A lot.
Too much time nocturnal has resulted in a pretty hard core sunglasses habit. Due to chronic absentmindedness, most of my important possessions are attached to me by carabiner.

I want the lost soul to triumph. I want to see people do the right thing. I want good to win out over evil. I’d like to think that in the end, things are going to be okay.

I understand the need for reality, but still hope for a happy ending.

I love a good story. I want mine to be one of them.

I want to prove that imperfect women can accomplish amazing things.

I decided to be the heroine of my own life. Turns out it’s a lot harder than stories would have you think.