Hello everyone!

I understand you people are just _dying_ to get to know all about me. Be prepared...to be weirded out. Fair warning, okay_

Name: Lynn, to you people.

Age: Eh...well, I'm over 13, if that's what you're wondering! Actually I'm 18. Go me!

Race: Erm...human...?

Description: I'm short. I will say that much. I have hair colored hair and eye colored eyes; I even have skin colored skin! Isn't that spiffy?

Goals in life: To be a PA, a wonderful wife and a mother. No, I don't plan on being a professional author, exactly, though I'd love to get some of my stuff published!

Likes: Jesus, my lord and savior, funny people, kids (who aren't annoying) and making new friends!

Dislikes: Yaoi/yuri, mean people, evil brats and people who are stuck on themselves.

A bit about me:

Okay, people! Few real quick announcements here. First of all, I am a Christian! (Shocker, no?) Most of, if not all, of my stories will involved God in some shape, fashion or form. I don't mean to offend anyone by doing so; I just support what I believe.

I do not approve nor disapprove of teen pregnancy. If some teen out there is considering getting pregnant, I do suggest they discuss it with an adult they trust, because being a mother at a young age is a BIG responsibilty and can create major problems for the mother, especially if she is single. I just wanted to make that clear, since a couple of my stories are about a teen mother. I don't think it's necessarily a good idea; it just makes for a good story.

A glimpse into my mind

Sometimes, I think writing stories has to be the hardest thing to do. It's so easy to be caught up in them, to plot out arguments and reactions while you know the whole time how the story will end. And it's so much worse when you realize that you're nearing the end. I used to try to avoid ening my stories. I kept weaving the plots together to make it longer, but it always has to end. Everything has to end. And it's always so hard to try to wrap it up just so. You want it to be just as enjoyable as the first chapter, even while you know that once you type that last sentence, those characters you created will die again. Even if you write a sequel. Sure, those characters might have the same name and background, and the same characteristics, but they'll have changed, ever so slightly into someone else.

I love writing, don't get me wrong, but I have a problem with saying, it's over. It's not always easy to find the rainbow in the downpour, or the rosebud in the dead garden. Even if you, it's still not easy to let go. I even start to fell guilty for the villain. Had the story really happened, 'the end' wouldn't promise everyone a happy ending. Even if the hero had his girl, they'd fight. Perhaps they'd suffer illnesses, or lose a child. And somewhere out there, a person would be mourning the loss of the monster you called villian but they called them son or daughter, husband or wife, mother or father, friend.

Sometimes, I just wish I could wrap up my life as neatly as my characters...

Yes, I'm feeling very somber today. Just one of my personal views on writing. Okay, back to the insanity!

Stories in progress:

I have 3 that I will end up on here, but only two are currently online. Read and review all of them!

For the love of a child: When 18 year old Lora and her ex-boyfriend find out that they're having a baby, they have to make some life changing choices. Can they pull through, or will they break up again?

Second Chances?: Years ago, Nathaniel's girlfriend Abby died. Several generations later, he meets Arava, a dead ringer for Abby. The real problem is that Nathaniel is a ghost. Can love survive beyond the grave, or will Arava need a human?

The redheaded stepchild: Story in progress, no clear review yet!