Amy grew up in the Midwest. She spent far too much of her time in clubs - gay and straight alike - and far too little time in her university classes. That is, until she met a boy with cute hair and great taste in footwear. Now they live together with a number of small, rather noisy children and a dachshund named after her favorite horror actor of all time. She runs a number of sadly neglected blogs, and even though she has a lovely job that requires her to pick up a camera every now and again, she would still rather be writing.