Okay, not really, but near enough (the story she wrote in a little blue journal when she was five TOTALLY counts)!
One day when she is rich and famous she wants to own a TARDIS blue Land Rover, decorate it with police call box signs on its doors, and name it the Blueberry.
Her motto is to keep calm and call the Doctor, text Sherlock, assemble the Avengers, scream Forth Eorlingas! and sing Disney songs while waiting for Aslan to shake his mane.
She hopes in heaven she'll get to ride a unicorn and have a flock of hummingbirds follow her around.
If she had a magic power, she'd like to be the Avatar and bend fire, water, earth, and air.
She firmly believes exercising only exists to allow people to eat more cookies.
She would like Jack Bauer to be her personal bodyguard.
She thinks being a mommy is the coolest (and aggravatingest) and bestest thing to be.
She finds it easier to work on more than one story at once. She likes to have anywhere between two to five notebooks open on her lap. Yep, notebooks. Paper and pen and all that old-fashioned stuff. Computers are for second drafts.
She prefers writing to editing. If she must edit, she'll wrap it around two other stories.
Singing is more than a hobby. It's like a really urgent necessity.
So is drawing. Drawing is as cool as bow ties.
Clay is cool, too.
The best Doctor is the Eleventh one.
The only good orc is a dead one.
The only ships she likes are friendships. (Okay, okay, there are some perfectly stupendous couples she really likes, too. Amy and Rory. Tony and Pepper. Eowyn and Faramir. Steve and Kat. To name a few.)
She owns a harp she is really wants to learn to play, and would kill for a nice little upright piano. Okay, maybe not kill. Maim, though. Yeah, she would maim.
Her spirit animal is an LOLcat ninja. Figure THAT one out.
