I'm a young, but not too young, compulsive daydreamer.
I frequently find myself imagining extravagant and unrealistic scenarios, instead of simple and logical answers, to life's little quirks.
I like this about myself, and have recently come to the realisation that I like odd qualities in the people around me - although not too odd.
For some inexplicable reason, my heroines aren't ever nearly as odd as me... which is a little strange, I think.
I warn anyone who might get interested that I'm not a faithful writer, unfortunately. By that I mean that I am not the tidy sort of person that can promise to update stories in an agreeable time set. Whilst I write almost continuously in my head, I often find that transcribing my internal worlds to paper can sometimes drag or cease. I find sometimes that I can't express myself sufficiently to do the thought justice; often because at that time my mind is already coming up with something else, another tidbit of fantastical gibberish.
You have been warned.
Critics heartily welcomed.
I hope you enjoy...
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