A lady of 30-some years, I own a sick amount of books and graphic novels. I struggle against the oppression of office-wear, dye/shave/ignore my hair regularly, and love to hold Marie Curie look-alike contests. I cannot swim, read Iain Banks, or tell time on analog clocks, although I do bake delicious pies. I like plants and haiku and graffiti and all things Japanese. I knit and sew like a good little hausfrau, but would not self-identify as "domestic". My friends are loyal cider-drinking folks. My Mum is British and delightful, and my Dad was a good-humoured Scot. My partner is a tall, dark and furry French-Canadian. I'm on pause in Oakville while my toddler is learning to become self-sufficient, but my dream real estate empire includes a hobby farm with some chickens as well as a pied-a-terre in the city. Having already traveled to Japan, Russia, Northern Africa and stopped at Oxford for a good punt, it's time to translate my real-life voyages into exciting, transporting writing.