About me

This sort of thing always ends badly.

One can take the idea of a biography literally, and recount events in order, or one can be grumpy and claim to hate writing biographies, when in fact the existence of a personal blog by definition belies that statement. We are always the worst and best tellers of our own stories. Best, because we have insight that no one else has; worst, because we are too close to our own stories to be truly objective. If we're lucky, we mix both sides enough to get something approaching the real story.

[photo, June 2008]

My name is Amy. I am in my early thirties. My profession will become somewhat obvious if you read over some of my entries. I have what has the trappings of a thoroughly normal life. I am married, and have a mortgage and two cats.

I grew up in very rural Arkansas, in the type of place that most people don't believe exists any more. I moved to Huntsville, Alabama, which I would describe as only slightly less conservative than the area around it. I have a love-hate relationship with my current hometown and home state. I have never been certain that I belonged here.

I am geeky. I am an itinerant writer; my friends both hope I'll eventually settle down to write The Novel and fear that they'll show up in it. I am a non-religious person in a very Christian part of the country. While I have a wide group of friends, I look back and am not sure I have ever been good about letting them into my life. I have a few people that I love fiercely, and paradoxically enough, those are the people I write the least about.

If you want short-form blogging, I keep a running tally of daily nonsense over at solecist.net.

I've written about a lot of things here since starting this site in 2000, but over the years one thing has become clear: while I'll talk about nearly anything, the details of my relationship with Jeff are peculiarly off-limits.

That's me. Extemporaneous, covered in cat fur, and often maddeningly obtuse.

Why yes, I do drive my friends crazy.

Glad you asked.