
I love writing but nothing will come out of it. Ironically, I want to be an author or playwright before I die. Then relax in the ways of Drama/English teaching. Yet, I've never finished a story with more than a chapter in it. Quite depressing when I think about it...
My writing has gone completely emo as well. It's easy for people to relate to, but it completely destroys me. It's like writing little soap operas. Frankly, it disgusts me in a way. But alas, I can't stop writing so I guess being emotionally torn apart will have to do. I heard it's good for the soul somewhere. Anyways, my forte, as I like to call it, is romance. I claim no actual talent for it but I like to imagine that we always write what we know and what we want best. Honestly, I want romance, so I write romance. Every character is a part of me and my past. Rarely is it of my present or future. I know more about life then most people my age, so I guess that's why my friends call my stuff diverse. Meh, I don't see it.
Anyways, if you happen by...read a story, drop a comment if you wish. I'll return the favor most gladly.
Good day to you, my fellow writers and fiction lovers.
Sub Rosa Vehement: intense emotions kept in secret or confidentiality.