Hello and welcome to my profile.

About myself: I'm female, East Indian, and in my twenties. I'm happily married. I'm a born-again Christian.

About my writing: I've been writing since I was fifteen to escape loneliness. It sustained me like a drug through highschool and college, helping me block out everything from the mundane to the upsetting, immersing me in the worlds I created. In classes, while other students took notes, I would write. Through the myriad words I scripted on wide-ruled loose leaf sheets of paper, I befriended girls, boys, women, men, creatures, entities and individuals that I would never meet - or want to meet - elsewhere. These days I don't write to escape loneliness, but to continue to meet characters through the words. Sometimes these characters get caught in my head, encouraging restlessness and loss of focus during day-to-day drudgery. In a way, writing is my exorcism. And when I get these characters out, I shape them with words like a sculptor constructs amorphous clay into his vision.

Obviously my writing has evolved over more than ten years, from childish musings to convoluted imaginings as I glimpse the labrinthine reaches and abysmal depths of the minds of men. It continues to evolve still, as I learn that writing isn't just taking a pen to paper - or fingers to a keyboard - and pounding out some words, but an art that takes effort, skill and manipulation of whatever language it is you wish to command.

My work is characterized by angst and darkness - basically borderline gothic. My words go there unbidden. In any case, I'm unwilling to stop it. The style varies. Sometimes the language tilts toward metaphoric prose; other times, primal rawness. I never know what a character will do until I've set the scene and arrived at the point of action. So the only way I get to know a character that's stomping, pacing, prowling, raging, screaming around in my head is to write.

Notes about some of my works. I chose to remove The Demented One (Part I) because I wrote that way back when the people on this site had a section for NC-17. The story was embarrassingly sexual, leaning toward deliberate vulgarity, not sensual eroticism. I took it down a few years ago after I finally realized that the story doesn't portray me as the writer I want to be. It received a lot of attention and eager readers at the time (probably around '01-'02), but it's just not me.

Visions of Blood suffered a multiple-chapter amputation at the surgical hands of my malfunctioning computer, so I never got around to finishing the story. It's punctuated with unnecessary gore anyway, also not likened to my writing style. Finally, because the format is from almost ten years ago, and the website underwent changes, the words are in a huge block. I'll add in the possibility that this story is probably never going to be completed. If you're in a masochistic mood for a migraine, go right ahead and read it.

Other than that, I haven't updated anything on here in years. I doubt I ever will.

Anyway, if you do choose to read anything, I hope you enjoy it. I have more recent work on fanfiction.net, under the same pen name.

Thank you.

Grace Harney