Victoria goes by handfuls of names, preferring the tongue in cheek Vicentine to most others.
She is a Canadian born, Polish aristocrat at heart, with a flair for working too much and driving herself into the ground. If three simultaneous jobs were not enough to kill her, nothing will.
Writing and self-publishing were both things she took to immediately out of the womb. In fact, she was born with a pencil in one hand and a book in the other. No wonder her mother felt uncomfortable throughout the pregnancy. That would certainly explain the gigantic, lopsided stomach she had to endure for 85% of her term.
She's dreamed about 'zines since her teen years - seriously, she's woken up in cold sweats after having just been the victim of thousands of dream inflicted paper cuts - and finally succumbed to her first perzine in October of 2006, Undelivered.
Undelivered, currently an only child, has a sibling on the way, and a cousin that is currently only a glimmer in her eye, but will soon be born into the world as well.
She has big dreams, and some would say big talent; although that can be argued since most of the time nobody knows what she's talking about and their words of acceptance and solemn nods are just ways of getting her to go away.
She's suffering from a quarter life crisis and is trying to fit the pieces together, one at a time. She doesn't know where she's going or where she'll end up, but she's constantly moving, changing, and introducing things to make the journey all the more interesting.
The winds are changing.
Vicentine's Day will one day explode.
http://www.thevicissitude.com Possibly the worst URL in the world for ease of use and memorability - talk about failing her College major.