Why, hello there.
So who am I? Well, you can call me April's Fool, or just April, but call me Fool and I shall poke you. I'm female, seventeen years of age, with the immaturity of a seven year old and the maturity of a seventy year old. Contradictions and hypocrisy are my forte. I like my tea plain and bitter, and my coffee with lots of milk. I don't like alcohol much, but Bailey's with milk is to be loved. I've also recently taken to putting rum in my tea. Strange, but I can be a bit impulsive like that sometimes.
I read pretty much anything, and I try to write pretty much everything. I write purely on that spur-of-the-moment inspiration. Music helps me get in my writing mood, but I can only write in silence. The Goo Goo Dolls are therapy for the soul, AFI is romantic, and the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus is just plain awesome. English is not my first language, and I don't live in the Northern Hemisphere.
I'm not always this solemn; my moods sift from one to another depending on who I'm with and what they're feeding me. I like pizza. Do you like pizza? My friend doesn't like pizza. He's crazy. I like feedback as well, so if you have time, I'd appreciate a word or two.
Cheers.
xxx
Works in the making:
Letters to Lover. Currently taken down for revision. I finally came to the startling realisation that I hate the name 'Aiden'. So, with this little piece of information in mind, I'm going to do a full revision of Letters, just because I'm not particularly fond of where it is at the moment. And yes, that means it's going to take more time, but it also means I've got my mojo back. =) Thanks to everyone who reviewed, faved, and put the story under their alert list. Please don't give up on it yet!
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