Hi, I’m Jay, chief flinger of paint at la maison de Watkins.
I am mum, wife to this beardy guy, crazy cat lady, vegan, mixed media artist, dreadlocked, bipolar, servant to a 40 kg Ridgeback/Rottweiler X who is convinced she’s a lapdog, believer, spoonie, writer, animal rights advocate, art journaller, supply junkie, journal hoarder, hermit, reluctant exerciser, tired, too loud, too quiet, and sometimes somewhere in between.
None of these things define me.
I’m a Whovian, a Trekkie, a Zombie Apocalypse hopeful (The Walking Dead, not World War Z species), a Whedonite, and a lover of the Winchester brothers.
I snort when I laugh.
I read good Young Adult fiction. You’ll see no vampire-faerie love stories here.
I’m English, but speak it with an Australian accent until my parents come to visit and then I’m bidialectal (hello, John Barrowman!). I suffer no end of teasing from my hubby and kids when this happens.
The rest, I’ll let you discover for yourselves.