My name is Kyra and I like dead things, writing about dead things, and, one day in the far flung future, hope to convince some one to give me an official looking certificate and money* for my doing so.
A late comer to last year’s Novel Dreamers, I am stupidly pleased to get to do this from the start.
For more information, please summon me using the following items: an Oatly mocha; over sized men’s jumpers of suitably autumnal colouring; true crime podcasts; a pile of notebooks and biros; my lost engagement ring.
*Legally, of course. I don’t have the required poker-face to achieve this through nefarious and exciting means.
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