I’m a writer, and a writer, and a writer.  I live to write.  On the side I decided to get a PhD in neuroscience, and one day I might find the time to cure Alzheimer’s disease.  I’m a desperately devoted new mommy, a very loud, proud singer and memorizer of lyrics, avid decorator of cakes, painter of forever-unfinished works, wearer of ridiculous earrings, annoyingly pedantic fountain of useless factoids, obsessive watcher of television series, aspiring small-time polymath, and I’m pretty darn handy with an Excel spreadsheet.  Apparently I’m a blogger, too.

I yearn for a metabolism that lets me get by with less than eight hours a night of sleep, because it’s really wrecking my productivity.