But in a good way. In a let’s-play-a-round-of-laser-tag-then-talk-Doctor Who way. Or a let’s-discuss-world-domination-schemes-at-a-used-bookstore way.
I read novels. For a living. Really.
I write. I wrote a novel. It's not exactly a New York Times bestseller, but some kid in New Zealand likes it, and that's good enough for me!
(. . . Though it could be both. Yes? Please?)
Every Sunday, I join with my fellow writer friends for a few hours of devoted creation. This has emerged as one of the greatest and happiest things I've ever done, and my writer friends mean the world to me.
As do songs. And the zombie musical I've been working on. And the debut EP I'm recording.
I have an addiction to used CDs and a general passion for music that borders on the religious.
I have a deep love of Spider-Man and an affection for comics that borders on the absurd.
I could give a very detailed lecture on cryptozoology, and have, and I can break down everything right and wrong with whatever movie we just saw, but only if you want me to.
As Meyers-Briggs seems to be back in style, I will add that I am INTJ, completely.
I have “screenplay by” aspirations and very good intentions. I have a small and glorious circle of delightfully oddball friends, for whom I would do pretty much anything. I am eccentric and awkward, and most importantly really, really comfortable with who I am.
My best friend Elizabeth contributes the following:
"your weird is fun but your composure and how you care about other people and the way that you have of being both logical and understanding is amazing. So find some way to go with that."