Ina Hunt spends her days daydreaming about fictional worlds and drinking too many juice pouches while trying to figure them out (the worlds, not the pouches). She's currently working on a novel that should have been finished a long ago but damn those juice pouches, do they get in your way of being a competent member of society or what? Apparently, she also likes talking about herself in the third person. But weirder things have been known to happen.