I grew up in a small town in northern Maine. I didn't learn to knit during my small town years, as seems to be the case with most knitters. Instead, I was a quilter from a family of quilters.
Studio apartment life isn't exactly suited to quilting, and I was frankly burnt out on the whole process, so I took up knitting around new years of 2004 and am now obsessed!
During the day I write articles about poo for an environmental consulting firm. After, I go home to my abstract painter boyfriend. We recently rented an apartment in the largest complex of artist condos in the U.S., so he has a studio.
My Jobby--a term one of my coworkers defines as a joblike hobby that brings in little money but lots of personal satisfaction, is being a fiction writer. I write literary fiction and some genre fiction in the hardboiled detective/mystery and horror genres.
I spend a lot of my time shopping, particularly for shoes. Unfortunately, Boston cobblestones aren't four inch spike friendly.
knitting, reading novels and biographies, watching Italian horror movies, running, civil disobedience, trying to be the next Jacqueline Suzanne.
