Arabella Benson

I’m Arabella, or Belle to my friends. I'm old enough to start lying about my age. I was born in New York City, but we relocated to Los Angeles when I was five, so I consider my self as being from L.A. I was raised in a big yellow house complete with a pool, in Hancock Park, free of any sibling interference.

A silly childhood, complete with divorced parents, our own plane, a castle on Sunset Blvd, a life size lincoln log style fort in Aspen Colorado, childhood leukemia, bankruptcy, bad haircuts, high school trauma and a ferret.

I just got married to My Sweet Thomas and we live in El Cajon in a lovely atomic ranch, that will eventualy be a fabulous Dr No, Hugh Hefner type pad, but right now just barely holds all our crap.

Career wise I’m playing at being customer service agent for a pretty well run online retailer. Thinking about becoming a hairdresser, or maybe a cult leader.

I laugh at Monty Python, and reread any and all Douglas Adams writing regularly.

I am an unashamed geek. I actually go to SciFi Conventions and wear costumes, (some of which I have won awards for thank-you-very-much). I dress up like a Viking and go play war in Arizona with the SCA every February, and sit around in my hoopskirts crocheting on Civil War battlefields in the Summer.

When I'm not reading I'm fiddling with my new Mac computer, sewing elaborate historical or science fiction costumes, or stripping the decades of paint off my kitchen cabinets!

Cooking is great, clean up afterward is ignored, and caloric intake disbelieved.