Brief Author Bio:

Just your average oddball teen with tea flowing through her veins, music blasting through her brain and a glass of wine fixed permenantly to her hand. I dig musicians with blue eyes, chicks with tattoos, old school indie, seriously old school classical, the chelsea flower show, anything to do with crime and all manner of fluffy animals.
Whittards is my church of worship and I could honestly live in a Waterstones so long as it had tea making facilities.
I live to write, need to create and crave the stage. Can't talk now, currently bit off more than I can chew, but I'll get back to you once I can stop. How does my deathbed sound?
Sleep; its just a poor substitute for caffeine!
A sufferer of acute and extreme wanderlust, this small time town just won't cut it. You'll see my name in lights one day.
I'm not the girl your mama warned you about, her imagination was never this good.