❝...for she had a livelyplayful disposition, which delighted in anything ridiculous.
- Austen.
K. M. Lamb - Kayla Mary Lamb - is from Australia, and that's probably where she will always live, unless some extreme dollop of good fortune allows her to live somewhere in the U.K for the six months that there is even a remote possibility of hot weather in Australia. She was born in a south eastern suburb of Victoria, and has moved to several other south eastern suburbs since then. Her father picked her name from Days of Our Lives and her middle name comes from two of her great grandmothers and she likes both quite a lot. The youngest of four children, she is now an adult but has since learned that it doesn't really make much of a difference. She'll always have red(dish) hair, wear glasses and have her first name and middle name hyphenated by her parents. Sometimes she answers to Betty and calls her sister Thelma.

Her heritage is Danish, English and a hint of Scottish, and she will quite readily tell you about her great-great-great-great-great Grandfather, Reverend John Lamb, who was a Master at Corpus Christi College, Cambridge, and his son, Decimus, who is the reason she is Australian. She has been researching her family history on her father's side for a few years now; it has become one of her passions. 

A palm reader once told her that her fingertips are bossy and she's maybe a little bit too curious for her own good. She has a love for hardcover books, Kombi vans, ginger cats, wire-haired dogs, and furniture classed as retro. There is a symbol for infinity tattooed on her left wrist, and one day she will get "Not all those who wander are lost" or "of spirit and fire and dew" tattooed on her other arm.

Her imagination is vast, her ideas endless. She loves to write, and tell stories. Her characters become her best friends and sometimes she becomes too invested in what happens to them. Writing has become her life, her adventure. Once upon a time, long ago, she wrote a twist on a tale about a girl called Cinderella and was told that she should keep writing; that she would be an author someday. 

Someday doesn't seem quite so far away any more.