About the Misfit
But writing about myself makes me squirm.
In that spirit of things, here’s a bit of the ole facts – in no particular order – about yours truly.
- I’m an Army Brat, born and raised. Spent my entire childhood bouncing between Germany and the United States. I’ve traveled relatively extensively as a result, though not nearly as much as I’d like. One can never travel and experience new things enough. Ever. And yes I wear combat boots. Sort of…
- I’m addicted to Doc Martens.
- I call myself the Misfit because I don’t really fit neatly anywhere. I grew up in three different cultures (German, American, Military/Army) and have incorporated all three (plus some extras) into my life and worldview.
- I have an older brother who used to to make me play linebacker in pick-up football games when we were kids. I was his secret weapon because I was the only girl and wasn’t afraid to take other players out.
- I got kicked out of girl scouts when I was eleven. I don’t remember why, but I suspect it had something to do with my big mouth.
- I’m aunt to a foursome of nieces and nephews – two of each. They’re all smart as hell. One is quiet. Two are precocious imps. One is still a baby, but I suspect she’ll rule them all.
- I’m the sole staff person for Dorian Gray, a cat who continuously lives up to his moniker.
- My best friend and I have names so similar we used to get confused by other people in high school, despite the fact that we look nothing alike.
- I don’t like having my picture taken which is how I end up with a photo of myself with a can of raid in the background.
- Despite having no desire to further my education when I first hit adulthood (which was longer ago than I care to admit) I’ve managed a BA in English Lit and Creative Writing (Agnes Scott College) and a MLitt in The Gothic Imagination (University of Stirling). One of these days I’ll get motivated to get my PhD.
- I constantly want to figure out what makes people tick.
- I’m constantly trying to figure out why celebrities garner so much attention. It’s one thing to be good at something and gain well-deserved attention for it. It’s another to be famous just for being famous.
- Politics annoys me to no end, but it’s like a train wreck, and I can’t help but watch it continuously go off the rails.
- As a result of the above, I always swear I’m never going to read comments on news articles, but can’t seem to help myself. Comment sections are train wrecks squared.
- The only thing I’d love more than getting paid to read books is getting paid to write them.
- I have favorite authors and books, but I’ll pretty well read anything you put in front of me.
- I rarely watch TV, but I’m addicted to Sherlock and The Walking Dead.
- Nothing is more important than my family and friends.
- I don’t like to fly despite having done it throughout my entire childhood. As such I either drive wherever I want to go or splurge on transatlantic cruises.
- I love music just as much as I love books, and like books, I’m not attached to any one genre. My tastes run from Tom Jones to old pop vocals to Depeche Mode and James to Nitzer Ebb and KMFDM. The only genre I can’t seem to garner any sort of affection for is contemporary rap/hiphop/r&b.
- My superpowers: sarcasm, the ability to turn any innocuous comment into something pervy, and the skill to crack myself up (though I can never quite explain to other people what’s so funny).