Mae March, the Mad Mistress of the Mad Marshes is the most dominant fragmentation of the already compartmentalized mind known as the Mad Marshes. The chosen name itself is little more than a quirky twist on her most beloved character from the colorful cast of a favored childhood book. Her writing began at an early age, starting with scripts and short skits which she would enact for her ever humoring cousin, but didn't take a turn toward terror until college and life in the harshness of what most of you think is reality showed her droll the world was, and how desperately it needed a little nettling in the noggin to open it's eyes to the shadows lurking in the corners.