Minerva Zimmerman enjoys writing tragically funny fiction. She lives in rural Oregon with three cats, two dogs, and her husband. She is statistically chaotic neutral, but all her good deeds are done in secret. She had an evil career all picked out, but accidentally became a respectable museum professional. She’s touched 5000 year old fingerprints, fallen on her head, chipped frozen squid off the floor, and been mistaken by druids for the avatar of a fiery goddess. She thinks bears should not wear pants and spiders make great minions. She grew up thinking that scary things are there to protect you and pretty, helpless looking things are a trap. She’s been unable to shake this theory as an adult.

You can contact her at minervazimmerman at gmail dot com  or use the form below