Who am I really? Isn’t that a question we all ask at one time or another?
I’m pretty sure I know who I am, and since you’ve clicked on this link, I’m assuming you want to know as well. As of this writing, I’m 33 years old, an aspiring writer who lives in Arizona with two cats, a boyfriend and his innumerable fish. I’m not terribly thrilled with the fish, but since they don’t make noise, I suppose I can deal with them.
My day job is at a print and copy shop, not quite like Kinko’s, but close enough. I pretty much do a little of everything there except run the press and do layout and design. That is okay by me, I don’t need the added stress of trying to make picky people happy with their insane demands for perfection.
I love to read more than anything, even writing. I can read just about anything put in front of me, but I do lean towards the dark site of the spectrum. Edgar Allan Poe has to be my ultimately favorite author, so anything written along those lines will most likely get my attention.