There is a girl named Heathen Machinery* who writes an awful lot. The things she likes writing about the most are: teeth, bones, sex, fevers, maps, teacups, blood, tufts of hair, love, stupid hearts, death, dreams, birth, sickness, animals, knives, children, and good mormon girls gone very, very bad.

Heathen Machinery** has only recently discovered that other people might like to know about the things she writes down, so she's been whoring herself around a bit to see what the life of a writer might be like. So far, it's no big whoop. However, she does get to meet other writers, which she likes very much.

She has been published a few places such as: Lodestar Quarterly and Other Magazine. There is some other stuff she has been working on, but doesn't feel right telling you about it yet.

Heathen Machinery lives in San Francisco with her big hunk of a man, her PTSD cat, her boy child, her girl child, and her co-parent. It's a large and crazy house. She enjoys taking magical walks with her friends, identity politics, amateur dentistry, and sharp things that go bump in the night.

Thank you for reading.

* Who was actually named Heather Smioly by her mother. Heathen Machinery is just a nickname, which isn't taken very seriously. However, generally the only people people who call her Heather are people who are related to her or people who work for the government. If you call her Heather Smioly, Heathen Machinery will assume you fall into one of those groups.