Tricia Ballad

I make stuff up.

Then I write it down. If it’s good stuff, I publish it.

I never really grew out of playing pretend or sitting cross-legged on the rug for storytime. Depending on my mood, I’m either four years old or eighteen or eighty.

I like cats. My cat told me so.

I geek out. A lot. And I’m really jazzed that geekery has widened to include more than Linux and gaming. (Not that there’s anything wrong with Linux or gaming. But there’s more out there, you know?) So what do I geek out on?

Food. I like really good, really interesting food. Especially food that doesn’t freak out my overactive immune system. Stupid allergies!

Art. But only the art I like. The art that tells me stories. Art that’s just…there…being art…doesn’t really excite me. Yeah, I know, I just don’t understand it. Whatever. Dragons, Fairies, Unicorns, and landscapes with paths to somewhere…Good Stuff. Random shapes that don’t make any sense? Not so much.

Travel. Not the “crash on my sister’s couch” kind of travel. Really nice resort with on-property spa travel. I would totally switch places with Samantha Brown.

Historically Accurate Gowns. If I thought I could get away with it, I’d probably dress like it was 1895. Or 1137. Or any time in between. What can I say? Clothes were prettier then (at least if you were wealthy enough to afford the good stuff)!

Old Houses. Especially Victorians. And castles. Well…replica castles with modern insulation and plumbing.

Oh – and I drink absurd amounts of coffee.