Willa Okati can most often be found muttering to herself over a keyboard, plugged into her iPod, and breaking between paragraphs to play air drums.

In her spare time (the odd ten minutes or so per day she’s not writing) she’s teaching herself to play the pennywhistle. Willa has forty-plus separate tattoos and yearns for a full-body suit of ink.

She walks around in a haze of story ideas, dreaming of tales yet to be told.
She drinks an alarming amount of coffee for someone generally perceived to be mellow.