Deborah Makarios was raised in the space between worlds, and maintains an eccentric orbit.
She found her niche at the age of six, when in short succession she read The B.F.G., her first Agatha Christie (Why Didn’t They Ask Evans?) and her first P.G. Wodehouse (Something Fresh – saying “Heh! Mer!” is still enough to make her laugh, decades later). Her personal motto is Tolle Et Lege – pick it up and read it – regardless of whether “it” is a Bible, a book, or a jar of home-made marmalade.
Being an ardent admirer of LOLs (little old ladies, though she has no objection to laughing out loud either), she is presently working on handwork, housekeepery, and the consumption of tea, in the hopes of one day attaining the highest rank of little-old-ladyhood: the White Hair. So far she has advanced to Silver Thread. (More cats may be required.) She keeps her Luddite tendencies under sufficient control to allow for regular blog posts, but nothing can quash her fondness for old technologies.
Her mission is to write books, plays, and blog posts like cups of tea: warm, heartening, and restorative. She believes in happy endings, the ultimate triumph of good over evil, and always having a clean handkerchief. It is, however, against her religious principles to believe in “normal.”
She lives among the largely unsuspecting populace of New Zealand with a very moderate number of cats, and her brilliant, albeit marginally less eccentric, husband, alias The Caped Gooseberry.