Author: Amy Weir

Amy M. Weir is a public youth services librarian in SW Pennsylvania, and there’s nothing she geeks out about more. Outside of work she obsesses over music (especially rock especially psychedelic pop especially The Beatles), sews clothes, gardens when the weather’s nice, avoids housework, and generally is the poster-child for Enneatype 9, which she attempts to counteract with yoga when she remembers. Her entire family has ADHD. This includes an RPG-and-firearms-geek husband who asked her out by playing a Paladin-in-Shining-Armor devoted to serving her character in D&D; a vehicles-and-video-game-geek 14yo named after a hobbit; an art-and-animation-geek 12yo named after a SFF writer; and an Imaginary Husband named Martin Freeman, who isn’t actually aware of this relationship.
Christmas cards in progress

Real Mail Magic

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The act of writing their names on paper—guiding a pen into the shapes of their full names, not Twitter handles, and then an address that sets them in a place, a real street somewhere in the world—feels so refreshingly tactile. To be able to hold something in your hand and send it off, knowing soon they’ll be holding the very same thing. Someone you’re only aware of through pixels on a screen, holding the same paper you once held!

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