Cynthia L. Moyer spends her days raising kids and weaving tales in the southwest corner of Washington. She has red hair and blue eyes, her children are Chinese, and her husband is a forester who plants over a million trees each year. Paper or plastic? We'll take paper, thanks.A Midwestern girl who lived in the Philippines for a year as an exchange student when she was 16, she fell in love with the Pacific Northwest when she moved to Seattle for college. After college, she found herself living on an Indian Nation above a bay full of whales and otters. She's also lived in a dollhouse with a pink sewing room, in a purple Victorian twenty minutes from the beach, on a flowery acre under a misty mountain, and now she and her family share their home in the trees with a pack of wild bunnies in the backyard. In her life she has worked carving ducks out of wood with a burning tool, doing calligraphy, and as a dishwasher in a dinner theater. She was pulling espresso in Seattle before the rest of the country even knew what it was, except for possibly some Italians in New York. She's been a nanny, cleaned houses, and was a short order cook at the oldest coffeehouse in Seattle during its day, The Last Exit on Brooklyn. She did the grocery store thing, the office supply store thing, the gift shop thing, the deli thing, and was a newspaper reporter for years, and although she never worked in a bookstore, she always wanted to. She now decorates cakes and colors comic book art, designs all kinds of things, makes amazing bento lunches, misses having chickens in her backyard, and totally and completely loves Doctor Who. She believes in adoption, the power of love, the beauty of lavender fields, the sweetness of chocolate, and the zing of caffeine. She was excited to discover that writing was the perfect way to finally meld everything important to her into one activity.