In Hooch’s utopia there will always be hot fudge sundaes, punk rock, Spike, and good slash.
Unfortunately she has been relegated to this lower plane of existence wherein things like bunions, plot hole nightmares, and Riley reign. So she bides her time corrupting unsuspecting young writers to the ways of slash and taking basket-weaving at the local community college.
Her cat likes lettuce and Anne Murray though she can’t fathom why. Perhaps it’s Miss Murray’s heritage. As Hooch is enamored of all things from the northern neighbors it would only make sense that kitty be so as well.
She hates the varied and prosaic terms used in fiction for the
