I write. I take photos.
I’m a Sagittarius.
I was raised as a Presbyterian. Then I did some time as a Celtic Pagan. Now I’m a Buddhist.
I’m addicted to fashion – especially shoes and ironic, snarky t-shirts.
I have a serious obsession with blank books and brand-new-never-been-used black Sharpie markers.
Turtles, foxes, ravens and otters make me happy.
Fiona Skye is not my real name. When I become a rich and famous author, I’ll tell you my real name. ‘Til then, I’m sticking with the nome de plume.
My favourite movies are The Princess Bride, House Of Flying Daggers, and The Fifth Element. My favourite books are Dragonfly In Amber, Nightwatch, and Pride and Prejudice. My favourite authors are Diana Gabaldon, Terry Pratchett, and Jane Austen. My favourite bands are Rush, The Police, and U2.
I’m the mother of two human children, herein referred to as Girl Child and Boy Child. I’m also the mother of four feline children, herein referred to as Sam, Seamus, Mac and Frank. I share my life (and the lion’s share of housework) with the funniest, sweetest man ever created, herein referred to as The Man.
I’ve been writing since I was seven years old, but only really considered it as a viable way to make a living after discovering my obsession with photography two years ago. Weird, huh?
I ostensibly buy colouring books for my children. In reality, though, they’re for me. And so are the crayons, coloured pencils, markers, and watercolours.
I love Gummis – bears, worms, fish, sharks, dinosaurs, whatever.
Bagpipe music makes me cry. Not because it’s awful, horrid, screetching noise. No, no. Quite the opposite, in fact, is true. I think the pipes are further proof that the Creator loves us and wants us to be happy. This is also why He/She/It created the Sims, margaritas, cheese and onion enchiladas, and venti skinny pumpkin spice lattes. These are all proof of the Creator’s benevolence.
I have a problem speaking. My brain runs too fast for my mouth to keep up. I often say silly, nonsense things like “You have to cook it in the freezer” and “That’ll need dethawing before we can eat it”.
I’m jumpy, too. The Man delights in torturing me by sneaking up on me in broad daylight in our living room and saying, “Hello,” in a normal tone of voice. This causes me to squeal like a little girl EVERY TIME!
An interview with me by blogger Chris Brett, wherein I talk about NaNoWriMo, photography, my secret fears and school: The Pirate’s Bounty Interview
I’m overly enamoured of the word “wherein”.