Amelia lives in Yorkshire with her family. At least she definitely had a family around here somewhere, but she spends so much time staring into a word processor these days, she thinks they may have wandered off. Her writing is fuelled by mugs of terrible, over-sugared coffee, much better chocolate, and the occasional macaron, and is punctuated by her soulless whimpers and the sound of her head hitting the keyboard. Sometimes she thinks she should get up and do something else for a change; but then she starts thinking "What if..." and the whole wretched cycle begins again.