hi. i'm white.
...an amateur writer
...a hopeful lyricist
...a trying poet
ME
i like to write & compose & read.
i like cheesecake.
i like cookies and cream ice-cream.
i like skiing.
i like tuna (it's a strange obsession, yesh)
i like chocolate
and i love love love english
i dislike sweetcorn
i dislike fish batter
i dislike fruit in chocolate or cake
i dislike soccer/football/cricket
i dislike people scraping their fingernails on material or blackboards
i dislike the dark
and i hate hate hate science
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Me, Myself & I
AGE: Um, old enough to type proper English, and young enough to still want to pursue my dreams. Which equals: I could be anywhere between ten and thirty. Nyuk.
GENDER: Uh, yeah, last I checked I was very much a female.
APPEARANCE: I consider myself very average. Brown hair, brown eyes, flat-chested and skinny. Yes, really. With the amount of chocolate I ingest, I thank my metabolism.
RELIGION: In theory, Roman-Catholic. The operative word is theory.
MARITAL STATUS: Single. Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, I always say!
POLITICAL STANCE: I belong to my own party. Yesh, it owns all those other parties out there. "Barbie Girl" will be our National Anthem if we are elected.
FAV. TELEVISION SHOW: Buffy the Vampire Slayer! Go the Scoobies. You rawk my world. You deserve medals. And Joss Whedon several awards, medals and plagues in his honour.
FAV. BOOK: Sourcery by Terry Pratchett. Rincewind rawks and Coin was cute in an evil way. Also, the idea of wizards going bad is ... well, amusing. Terry Pratchett's wizards anyway. Conina and Nijel are cute, but violent on the part of Conina. GO THE LUGGAGE.
THINGS THAT ARE AMUSING: Cheesecake. Anything remotely shiny, gaudy or sparkly. Yellow. Bubbles. Whiteout. English. Greek tragedy. Egyptology. My friends. Bichon frises. Chocolate. Tuna. Curry. Computers. Anime. Buffybot. Fantasy books and movies that contain everything but cliches. Humour. Solen of Acantha. Painters. Poetry. Skiing. The flavour of cookies and cream. Immaturity. Randomness. Video cameras. My mother. Basically everything that starts with the letter M, except for misogynists.
THINGS THAT SUCK: Things that make sense in numbers, not words. Arachnids and insects. Emos. Dishwashers. Tracksuit pants (the crutch is too big in my size). Fruit that is not by itself. Fingernails. Power cuts. Angst. Western anything. Folk music. Necrophilia. Foxtel, as it never shows anime at the right time. Drugs. Cowboy hats.
HANDICAPS: The ability to do multiplication and division in my head (non-existent). The ability to understand mathematics in every way, shape or form (ditto). The ability to take some things seriously (um, yea). And the ability to talk in pressuring situations without a drunken slur (what do you think?).
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In Progress
PALINGENESIS:
Seventeen-year-old Meliora Weringer doesn't believe in the abnormal. Not really. To her, the current situation she's in is all some kind of elaborate joke. Or perhaps she's hallucinating. Her sister thinks that this so-called supernatural occurrence is something real--she's obviously the crazy one. Right? Now Melli's lost in a predicament she can't deal with; babbling about aliens and hyperventilating over mystery earthquakes are the least of her worries. Can she possibly contend with something she believes is all a whacked-out dream? Spunk, eccentricity and an illogical outlook are all she has right now. That's bad, huh?
(Currently working on chapter three)
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Upcoming
AGAINST THE SUN:
I’d always thought my brother was pretty out there. So when he started ranting endlessly about spirits and animals and what he called fiends that no one else could see, it wasn’t really surprising. He had a few screws loose up there, so what? Ever since some nice old cardigan-wearing counsellor had had a proper sit-down session with him about our folks being massacred and his wife being raped and beaten, he hadn’t exactly been normal. It was all ‘being wraith-like is in this season’ and ‘beer is good’ and even ‘insomnia is fashionable’.
(An irresponsible girl deals with her dysfunctional family. ONE-SHOT)
PROPHECY APOCALYPSE:
A legend. An evil that jeopardises the safety of millions ... a planet shrouded in a darkness not easily shaken. This is the legend of the Element Guardians. Protectors, safeguards, heroes. Long-forgotten and now despised by regular citizens, the planet of Orbis recuperates from its political fued, turning away from the magics and lore. The newly-elected Guardians, from another planet, find themselves desperately attempting to keep up with the traditions and values of a society who long ago gave up their beliefs in the old legends in favour of pursuing more practical interests. ORD, the Orbis Restoration Division, chance upon these Guardians and Orbis yet again finds itself immersed in magic and a prophecy that refuse to be forgotten.
(Fighting evil only takes you so far. Clichés only take you a few steps forward. EPIC)
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I predominately write in the fantasy genre. Why, you ask? Because fantasy doesn't have limitations. My current story, Palingenesis, leans toward science-fantasy. It deals with magic and legends and pretty things like that, but I put a futuristic slant on it to differ from the norm. Why is this? You may consider me terminally diseased by the Buffy bug, which is known to cause a desire to have the same spunk and wit as Joss Whedon. I also deal with first-person a lot, because it's cool. I'm also very influenced by Terry Pratchett, who should be crowned King of Everything. I swear.
visit me on: http://ember-white.livejournal.com/
(does anyone know how to make those code things work?)
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