Carolyn desperately needs a TARDIS, preferably with the 8th Doctor inside. She's waiting to ambush him at the next opportunity. She spends her days tripping over baby toys, while searching for her paint brushes, muttering "Not enough Time, not enough Time" over and over, in a slightly demented way. Motherhood, though wonderful came as a bit of a shock and she's still reeling. Before that, her days were filled with freelance illustrating, meeting up with The Lords of Time at Doctor Who Conventions, snowboarding with her better half, Irish fiddling on lonely beaches, dancing, writing, escaping into books and the country and indulging in her one true vice; chocolate. Now she still eats chocolate, but more as a kind of solace, and she still paints, but the ideas are piling up, with little chance of being realised, just yet. She's hoping normality will return sometime soon, or the Doctor will obligingly appear for ambushing!

Freelance Artist