Misser of buses, stubber of toes. The token character that always gets seasick.

I call Melbourne home, during the times I am not being an incorrigible vagabond.

My social currencies include baked goods and self-deprecation.

I enjoy making things, travelling, cooking, writing, grapefruit flavoured anything, being in or near the ocean, speculative fiction, computer games, drinking staggering quantities of tea, late-night supermarket adventures, and the Oxford comma.

I’m fascinated by history (natural and human), social justice, subcultures and their trappings, and the overwhelming complexity of the world in which we live. And also by praying mantises. Really, they’re just so cool.

When left to my own devices, I can usually be found baking, throwing pots, canoodling with abandon, obsessively replaying Bioware games and Starcraft, reading past my bedtime, patting any cat in the vicinity, huddled on the couch watching Cosmos, making clothes from string, and generally doing my very best to live magnificently*.



*Like Henry Miller. But I have written fewer sexy, sexy books.

Okay fine, no sexy books at all.


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