Kaitlin Sullivan is a writer from the New York tri-state area, who is semi-stranded in Europe until Americans learn how to wear a flu mask.

She flunked out of Horace Mann Middle School, graduated from Sid Caesar‘s alma mater of Yonkers High School, and became an unpaid go-go dancer in the gentrified Lower East Side. 

She received her BFA in feature animation from School of Visual Arts, and graduated with an MA in libretto writing with Distinction from Guildhall School of Music and Drama. She hopes to round out the rest of her courtesan training with a doctorate in creative writing.

In 2013 from the closet of her Seattle studio apartment, she recruited, managed, and edited the work of over three hundred animators in nine months to produce animation collaboration, Moon Animate Make-Up, which premiered to international critical acclaim. She followed-up with Bartkira, The Animated Trailer, and Moon Animate Make-Up 2, before taking a cartoon sabbatical to focus on writing.

She is an accidental historian, a casual animation filmmaker, a failed paleontologist, and she is always cold. She is fluent in English, conversational in Japanese and French, and knows a smattering of German, Italian, Latin, Yiddish, Polish, Farsi, and several others. Her Spanish is appalling, and she is ashamed to say so. 

She writes slapstick comedy, feminist body horror, historical non-fiction, and children’s realism. She swears by narrow ruled legal pads, 0.7 black ballpoint pens, and encrypted hard drives.

She comes from six hundred years of feminist loudmouths, from great-great- grandma Flora Haines Loughead who was an opal miner-fruit farmer-journalist- three-time-divorcée, to 15th century ancestor Isotta Nogarola who was Europe’s first feminist. She goes to great lengths to make them proud.

Her interests include coffee (Lavazza), opera (verismo), and nail polish (OPI). She also enjoys secondhand shopping, college radio, and long walks around town.