Amy Hopkins

Amy Hopkins

Ugh, the old author bio. Considering I’ve been at this gig for a while now you’d think that would have given me time to think about what to write. You’d think wrong.

You don’t want to hear about me, do you? I mean, I’m only writing this because I’m procrastinating about editing, with playschool on the TV, a five-year-old building a planet out of Lego and a one-year-old giving me high fives as I type.

So. Bio. Here it is…

Amy Hopkins is a seven-inch-tall pixie who lives in a toadstool. Her three small minions keep her busy chasing slurns and bandibadgers out of the tiny house and she enjoys getting really, really drunk on dandelion nectar while watching her husband (a very tall gnome) build toadstool extensions and install windows in the surrounding mushrooms.

There, that wasn’t so bad was it?

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We asked the author:

What is your favorite word? Scrumptious

What is your least favorite word? No (especially when my kids are saying it!)

What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Being outside, seeing new things and hearing about amazing experiences. Anything that gives me a peek into other people’s lives.

What turns you off? Housework! When I’m drowning in the boring little chores we do every day, my muse picks up her skirts and goes to play outside in the dirt.

What is your favorite curse word? Scrotum. I know, it’s not actually a curse word, but it’s involved in so many amazing ones! And it’s very versatile. A tiny, shriveled scrotum of a man is very different from smelling like the sweaty scrotum of a wet goat.

What sound or noise do you love? Rain, creeks and the ocean. Any natural movement of water.

What sound or noise do you hate? Traffic. We live on a main road and it never stops.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? I’d love to take up organic herb farming in my spare time. You know, if I HAD spare time!

What profession would you not like to do? I couldn’t handle an office job, under fluoro lights and wearing skirt suits with pantyhose. Ugh!

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? I’d want to hear ‘yes, we have coffee