Beth Grayer writes humorous fantasy and occasionally commits acts of science fiction.

For years she used an utterly implausible space-time plot device to work undercover as a scientist at a research lab in Texas while fighting a diabolical illness from her sister’s couch in Colorado. She wasn’t so much a mad scientist as a perpetually angry one, but she’s still geeky enough she’ll cosplay any character in a lab coat.

Beth plays authentic Irish drinking songs on her harp—authentic in the sense that she plays like she’s drunk even when she’s not. She is an unskilled but avid knitter and hopes to finish that Dr. Who scarf within the next decade. It’s not looking so good.