Born and raised in the southern Plains; Midwestern Nice except while on commute. Left-handed when wielding an épée. Frequent sufferer from cat paralysis. Treader of sacred time. Eater of hot cocoa mix straight from the packet.
L.D. Inman is an essayist, lay preacher, habitual lurker on fannish social media, and sometime poet, who answered a stunning variety of reference questions in a long and checkered library career, before going into nonprofit communications and marketing. She lives, works, fences, and serves as cat staff in Kansas City.