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.
Despite everything the world throws around, I still believe the lost soul can 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.
In then end, I decided to be the heroine of my own life. Turns out that’s a lot harder than stories would have you think.