The phrase "Air Force Brat" sums up most of Carrie Vaughn's childhood. When she was born in January 1973, her father was co-piloting a B-52 all over southeast Asia and her mother was having her umpteenth nervous breakdown at Mather Air Force Base near Sacramento, California. That explains so much, doesn't it? Both of her parents must be credited with her current career path: her mother gave her Heinlein's Red Planet when she was eight. Shortly thereafter her father sat her down to watch 2001. Carrie's brain just hasn't been the same.
She was a high school valedictorian (tied with five others--it was that kind of high school) and received a BA from Occidental College in Los Angeles (She went there the same time as Ben Affleck, but never met him, much to her anguish.) Carrie lived in York, UK, for her junior year abroad (ask the Freaksoc crowd about the time she was the Goddess of the River Ouse). She has worked as a Renaissance Festival counter wench, a theater usher, an editor, a buyer at an independent bookstore, and as the ever-popular 'administrative assistant.' She went back to school. (University of Colorado at Boulder this time.) Once, she was the student. Now, she is the Master. ("Only a Master of English, Carrie.") Doh!
In 1998, Carrie attended the Odyssey Fantasy Writing Workshop, a six-week long summer workshop directed by Jeanne Cavelos.
Carrie lives in Boulder, Colorado, and still has to do her own laundry.
When Carrie was about six and her little brother Robbie was four, she threw a coffee can at him in the sandbox. Smacked him right on the head. She didn't mean to. He had to have stitches. Now that his hairline is receding, the scar is becoming visible. She knew she was never going to live that one down.
where I'll be