Ah! I'm 20! When did that happen? Aren't I supposed to be different now that I'm not a teenager? Aren't people supposed to begin thinking I look older than 16 sometime soon? I've been writing here since I was 15, and though I've seen friends come and go, I'm still (fairly) active here on fictionpress... I was here when it was created, when what was "original" on fanfiction became its own little seed of a website, and look at it now. Man, I'm starting to feel sentimental and misty-eyed.
Forgive me.
Back to a real biography, its been awhile since I"ve had one that wasn't just rambling. As I've already stated, I am
20 years old
Been writing here since I was 15.
Been writing since I could hold a pen.
Writing is: a release, therapy, fun, work, leisure... the only thing I feel really truly and consistently passionate about. I have dreams where I walk into a book store and pull something I've written off a shelf and take it up to the counter, purchase it, and walk out of the store quietly feeling a nice contented little glow emanating from somewhere below my rib-cage. I'd like to publish someday, just so I'm not tapping away at this damned keyboard for nothing, but certainly not for fame or money. Everyone knows you can't make a living off being an author unless you're one of about ten people alive today. Which is why I'm toiling away in that abstract, ephemeral sphere titled "COLLEGE." I'm not too sure what the point of it is, but they tell me if I get good grades, I can go on to grad school, and if I make good grades there I can get a nice job with a tidy little income and then I can support myself and be a real grown-up. So I suppose I'll just keep heading down that path unless something else jumps out at me and diverts my attention. wait. i'm no longer talking about what writing is to me... Well, writing is the one thing I am sure about; no matter what my major changes to, no matter what I decide I want to do for a living, no matter what friends come and go, I'll still be a writer.
The stuff I choose to post on here isn't all that great. Honestly, if I were you, I'd just keep looking. Of course I don't really mean that, but it isn't my best work. I keep that to myself. I recently pulled my Soul down, that was "The Raven, The Pomegranate and the Pear," to begin the long and unwieldy editing process, the first of what will probably be several. But I guess I just loved it too much to see it languish away up here, misunderstood and unloved. I posted chapter after chapter, dutifully, and people stopped looking. Oh well, c'est la vie et la vie est rien raison, mais that's the way it goes, oui? (for you french speakers out there, I've just betrayed the fact that I walked away from three years of French class with very little knowledge. Oh well. c'est la vie, non?) I'd look at "Sea Song" if I were you, but if i see interest in any specific piece (REVIEWcough HINT HINT) I might be inclined to throw a little more effort into it and update...
p.s. especially ignore my old poetry. sometimes i feel the need to regurgitate words into cyberspace in a non-coherent form, and that becomes "poetry." Last couple of pieces, not so bad. Really old stuff... bad. I actually like "Catherine" the best.
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