heroines of my dreams
NaNoWriMo 2009 Winner & 2010 Participant
Me: Undergrad with BA in Sociology and Creative Writing. Midwestern urban gal. Animal lover; fond of both dogs and cats. Writer, reader, artist experimenting in a variety of forms. Self-admitted resident of fandom and fanfiction addict. G33k and G4m3r girl.
Currently: Grad student at UMN-Twin Cities, first apartment in Minneapolis, and pursuing MA in adult education with a focus on English language learners.
See my arts/creative journal at Enchanting Muse.
Me: Undergrad with BA in Sociology and Creative Writing. Midwestern urban gal. Animal lover; fond of both dogs and cats. Writer, reader, artist experimenting in a variety of forms. Self-admitted resident of fandom and fanfiction addict. G33k and G4m3r girl.
Currently: Grad student at UMN-Twin Cities, first apartment in Minneapolis, and pursuing MA in adult education with a focus on English language learners.
See my arts/creative journal at Enchanting Muse.
From time to time, you may find yourself working on a project with a bunch of your colleagues and notice, among your team, someone you’ve never seen before. And no one else you’re with has either, but you all just act like you have, even though you’re all thinking, “This guy is just corporate cannon fodder. He’ll never last. He’s doomed.” So why is that guy always wearing a red shirt?
