About the Author

So, you might be wondering about the brains behind this operation. Such wit! Such pizazz! Just who could be so brilliant? 

Well, I was born on the edge of a mountain cliff, some say to one of the very last Red Martian Eagles to survivor our dying planet. I have been told on numerous occasions, by the old gypsy who took me in, that my father was Zeus. I take in this bit of information with a grain of salt, though I do think I look quite god-like at times.

I began my career as a bard at the ripe young age of three when I spontaneously burst into iambic pentameter after a particularly vicious case of diarrhea. With such obvious mental acuity and excessive talent, I was forced to join a traveling circus, where I learned to hone my skills as a master storyteller while shoveling elephant dung. 

It so happened that the traveling circus collapsed along with the Soviet Empire and I was forced to roam the streets, surviving solely on my words alone. It was then that I met the magical fairy king, Otis, who, upon hearing a particularly wonderful ode, imbued me with a heightened sense of awareness and a temperamental personal computer. And, thus, a star was born!

Your Amazing and Humble Author,

Amy, Otherwise known as Backwards Girl