I write historical fantasy for young adults. After spending a winter listening to folk tales in a tucked-away Armenian village, I became fascinated with the region's legends. I've spent 13 years studying the epic history of the ancient Near East, and now live and write in Belgium with my husband and four daughters.
In High School, my habitual breakfast consisted of a bag of peanut butter M&Ms with a cherry coke. I ate ice cream sundaes every afternoon, fast food, pizza...you know, the traditional American diet. It caught up with me when I turned 20. Now I eat salad.
I'm bilingual. English is my first language, and I learned my husband's mother tongue (Flemish) after we got engaged. I've lived in French-speaking countries for the past four years, and I'm working really hard on language acquisition. My children are fluent, and they love correcting me. Ahem.
I'm pretty sure my mom is a super-spy, though she refuses to confirm or deny this (she usually just rolls her eyes). Both my parents were Russian translators for the U.S. military, and my mom became an aerospace engineer working on top-secret projects. A few months ago I found her Navy award for marksmanship, so I'm guessing she's just like Natasha Romanova.
I have bad luck with travel. No really. I funded an entire year of round-the-world airfare from compensation vouchers received for lost luggage or cancelled flights. Once, American Airlines lost my guitar on a direct flight from London to Brussels. I called London. "No, we don't have it." I called Brussels. "No, we don't have it." Well, where did it go then? Two months later I got a call from London asking why I hadn't come to collect my guitar. They shipped it to me with a $300 airline voucher (which was more than the guitar was even worth).
I don't play the guitar any more, and the world is a better place.
I have four daughters under the age of 10. If you want a case study in DRAMA, come hang out with us...we're like the modern-day Little Women.
My work has taken me to thirty countries on five continents (Wait for me, Australia and Antarctica, I'll get to you some day). I have some great anecdotes, so if we ever meet in person be sure to ask about the bus crash in the Turkana Desert, the time I accidentally drank vodka with the Georgian presidential guard, or the Kenyan chicken who became my arch-nemesis.