I grew up in Fresno.
If you’re still with me, I think we’re doing okay. I came to England to do an MA in poetry at the University of East Anglia, where I then lingered for another few years working on a PhD. Now I live in Cambridge. My translation of Beowulf was published by Penned in the Margins in May 2013, and is available here. My original poetry, at least so far, tends to avoid the broadsword genre. Perhaps this is a failing.
After translating an Anglo-Saxon epic I decided I wasn’t quite niche enough, so my current project is a novel set in Prohibition-era America about a young bootlegger who discovers her blood is poisonous to vampires. You can read a short extract from it here.
In my spare time, I like old movies and knitting, often in tandem. I like a lot of 1940s/1950s pop culture, which often shows up in my blog ramblings. I have a very spoiled french bulldog named Remy; my family always liked to name pets in keeping with their ethnocultural heritage (ie german shepherd named Bismarck, collie named MacDuff), so I am continuing the trend. I keep in touch with my California roots by voting Democrat and shouting about the patriarchy; that shows up on the blog too.
So, there you have it. One half twee domesticity, one half bloodthirsty Viking. It’s a happy match.