HEY THERE
I'm Mina, I'm sixteen, and I'm... well, not a writer so much as an intermittent outpouring of words-er. I can't write stories, I write lines, or paragraphs, or single words, and string them together to make (usually) coherent thoughts.
My hair's always a little messy, my eyes too bright, my hands constantly moving. I talk too loud, too much, and not in a way most people understand. I've got a laptop, a camera, an MP3 player and amazing friends.
SPEAKING OF FRIENDS!
There's this chicka, Marsha? Yeah, we're in love. But not really. Insomniak: GO CHECK HER OUT. And not THAT way, I'll cut you.
Seriously, she's my inspiration for everything except characters, I use Jeff for that. Go read our slowly blossoming collab effort, Apple Jacks and Dr. Frankenstein.
!!!NOTICE!!!
All projects being put on hold whilst I whip up a fancy vamp.slash for my lady.
THE BRIGHT EYES:
I deleted it. I only had one half-chapter done anyways and there's a bunch of changes I want to make. I'm changing my main's name, and switching up the story line and stuff.
I have a lot of really awesome ideas for stories but I need some help refining everything, if anyone has some words of advice, MUCHO APPRECIATO.
Also, my poetry? I never think about what I'm writing till it's written. Meaning I probably understand most of it less than you do. ENJOY.
And that's all, for now.
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