Lately it's been as gray and wet and stormy as Misselthwaite Manor here. It's getting very dreary, but against all the gray everything looks so lush and green I almost don't mind. I think the volcano in Iceland is to blame... just like the Year Without a Summer.
My name is Olivia. I was born and grew up by the ocean, but now I live amidst cows and cornfields and cities large and small. I am a writer and an artist and a maker. I read compulsively. I am always thinking, pondering and discovering, and always dreaming. I love history, and fantasy, fairy tales and myths and poetry. I live for beauty. I see it in the wild and the refined, the dark and the light. My eyes are always open, looking for beauty, because I never know in what unexpected place I might find it.