I'm Aimee; I'm fifteen years old, Scottish, and in the process of dragging myself kicking and screaming through high school.
That's both boring and irrelevant; as is anything I put here, ultimately. I could rant about the kind of person I am, tell you that I'm short for my age and my favourite colour is red and I have a massive crush on David Duchovny, but these things probably don't matter to you. If you are here then presumably you're here to read my writing.
Not much of my original writing can be found posted online, although I have twenty-odd Harry Potter and a couple of X-Files fanfictions of very questionable quality. I don't recommend any of my HP fanfiction, the majority of which written when I was thirteen and still very much in mourning over the death of Remus Lupin. The X-Files stuff is fairly recent, and probably fairly shitty, but I'm enjoying doing the odd drabble now and again regardless.
I think that original writing comes from such a different place, and in some ways it's easier than working with other people's characters, but in much more ways it's a lot harder, and heaps more rewarding. So far all I've posted on here is poetry (and I tend to remove the majority of that not too long after posting because I realise how fucking stupid said poem is) but I'd love to write some short stories. I was planning on doing NaNoWriMo this year, but I don't have the time to, what with homework and exam revision and the fact that if I don't get a whole lot better at studying then I'm not going to get into a good university.
Writing to me is a form of escapism; I think most writers start churning out words to get out of real life and live inside their daydreams for a little while. Reading has the same effect, but on a much lesser scale; writing is consuming and demanding, and you can't put flick the corner of the page over and sit your ideas down on your bedside table. They stay in your head and attack at the most inopportune moments, and you find yourself scribbling out a couple of hundred words in the back of your Calculus textbook, wondering when it was that you started to rely so completely on the written word to sustain you. I mean, I'm fifteen, I'm still figuring out who I am as a person, but I'm more certain of that feeling and how right it is than I've ever been about anything else.
Oh, and before I forget. My pen-name? It's shamelessly stolen from Friday I'm In Love, by The Cure, because they're eternally made of win .
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