My attempts at writing a bio being generally as dry as toast bones, I offer instead this analysis by Graydon:
Past the town of Strange, you come to the hamlet of Marked Odd, and then the ville and parish of Peculiar. If you keep going -- the road is thinning, now, a rough and narrowing track -- you will rise up, following the heaving flanks of the Written Downs, and find the village of Weird, where the trees giggle and the fish will rise up singing hymns to rosy-fingered dawn in languages that make the elves go mad if they hear but six words of them spoken together.
Climb higher; there's still a track, howsoever infested with disputatious goats, the Giant Flying Vampire Toad, and those few of Coleridge's opium dreams yet living. Be cautious not to turn aside; salacious annelids litter the forest, and the Birds of Brave Sayings might set a saint to screaming.
Right near the top of the next long hill -- you will know when you are there; wombats will mug you for carrots -- there is a little house. If the air is clear, and shining, and the angle of the sun is low, for half an hour of the evening you will see, far below, a long day's journey behind you, the village lights of Weird, twinkling in the deepening dusk.
Now you are at Ursula's House.
And that, more or less, says it all.
I'm a freelance illustrator by trade, I'm 30, I do a webcomic called "Digger" at www.graphicsmash.com which has wombats and dead gods.