I’m a Christian. That’s not a label, but an affirmation of my deep and rewarding relationship with my Savior. I have very strong principles and may kill you with either kindness or sarcasm. Though I generally prefer using a plastic broadsword or a pen for my daily dose of carnage.
Geoffrey Chaucer of A Knight’s Tale film said it perfectly:
“I will eviscerate you in fiction.”
If I know you and you’ve made any kind of lasting impression on me, good or bad, you will more than likely end up in a story. I should probably consider using a pseudonym in the future to prevent any trouble…
I’m a writer who can’t read enough. I want to know absolutely everything from aspects of biochemistry to the history of archaeology and the principles of theology. Part of what makes me love writing is that every single subject imaginable can be–and usually are–incorporated into a story. My library card and the Google search engine are consistently in use. Writing for me has never been purely about mindless self-fulfillment. If it has no meaning and can’t be enjoyed by at least one other person, it holds no joy for me.
I’m a perfectionist in my passion for words. I have a wretched habit of starting a million projects and not being able to finish. Nothing I do is ever good enough for me, so if mistakes are pointed out or inconsistencies brought to my attention I will edit to the point of exhaustion.
I am a snippet myself.
I’m tiny. I look no more than fifteen (on a good day) but have been livin’ in the sunlight since the year of our Lord 1990. I know many songs by heart, some obscure, and sometimes answer people in lyrics. I love taking too many pictures, learning Korean, serving my military husband, (yes, I finally got one of those!) and not being tan. I write fan fiction and swoon over food. People who feed me (particularly with baked carbs) are delightful and I love them. Sometimes I get asked if I’m half Asian and it makes me happy even though I’m not. I’ve been to the UK a few times, South Korea once, and I want to go back. It disturbs me terribly when people leave bedroom doors open.
Evidently, I talk too much.