- Age:
- 23
- Location:
- Florida
- Hobbies:
- Writing, roleplaying, cats. Cats are a hobby, right?
- Favorite noveling music:
- This year's soundtrack: The Changelings, Coldplay, Verdena, The Arcade Fire, The Decemberists
- Website:
- http://subservient.livejournal.com/
- Occupation:
- What's an occupation?
- Favorite books or authors:
- This year's novel brought to you by: Invisible Cities (Italo Calvino), Ganymede (Cherie Priest), The Leopard (Giuseppe di Lampedusa)
Author bio:
I am one of those people who writes because there's nothing else I can do, unless you count reading.
Things I like other than writing and reading include sparkly things (except vampires), public transportation (but not driving), and sundresses (worn in the rain). I desperately love horror, but I'm hard to scare. I can't seem to wake and sleep anywhere near the same time each day, and I waste all my money on small colorful objects. And pastries.
I traveled across the country and back last summer, and I would do anything to still be traveling. I adore big cities -- Flagstaff, AZ and New Orleans, LA. I adore tiny cities -- Tucumcari, NM and Chillicothe, TX. I like wearing a coat in the dry desert heat and bracing myself against the car seat in an earthy-scented rainstorm over flat Texas farmland. I did not leave my heart in San Francisco, not even down on the subway, but I may have left it in the Louisiana swamps.
I wear glasses and a mildly infected lip ring I stubbornly refuse to remove and, as of right now, twenty-seven plastic bracelets. I have four engagement rings from four lovers who are all the same person. My goals in life include adopting a black cat, baking croissants, learning to speak Italian, exploring an abandoned hospital, and wearing a green prom dress to an amusement park. And getting published.
My life so far is best described as one of those stories where the moral is "be careful what you wish for," but the ending is happy. I am hopelessly addicted to Diet Dr Pepper. My greatest fears are that the fire truck I pass on the street is actually going to my house, sudden knocks on the door, and also underwater animatronics.
When I physically have to stay in one place, I rebel. My hands begin to type, my eyes stroll across a page, or failing all that, my mind wanders as far as it can think to go. I don't expect this to change anytime soon, and I don't want it to.
