Indra Anderson is the wifty, quixotic, and hopelessly incorrigible author of numerous books. She is in love with travel rather than destinations which makes for a rather bedouin existence but her more interesting adventures often become the basis of novels.

When not writing books, she can often be found restoring natural habitat, pondering the beauties of the Pacific Flyway, or admiring the many ways people can fall into trouble. She has a particular fondness for children's books and eighteenth-century art.