What does a bunch of strangers want to know about a thirteen-year old high school student who lives a generally uninteresting life? Beats me, too. So, instead of rambling on about me, I'm going to ramble on about my writing. But there isn't a lot to say about that. I've never been taught actual writing ('let the words flow') but I love doing it and always (for some value of 'always') have.
My penname, just in case you were wondering, is my weirdo name for an imaginary, highly addictive and dizzying drug I invented for a short story. It's supposed to prevent madness (or actually, hallucinations) but doesn't - it enhances them. But this doesn't have anything to do with me. I needed a recurring URL name, and since I used it on Arto, a Danish website for teens, it's stuck with me.
I live in England, away from my mum. Don't go thinking this is because I 'hate' my mum or anything like that. Actually, I miss her a lot. Usually just after I've been to visit her and my other half-siblings I cry myself to sleep a few nights. But it doesn't do to cry, does it? I mean, come wailing to my dad who's overly happy about me staying here and tell him I want to go back? No, thanks. And no thanks to the Danish education system too.
And read The God Delusion if you're up to it. That's the most fantastic and intelligently argued atheist-book I've ever read (not that I've read a huge amount of those). But if you're up for a good vocab-expanding read, take that... (though it's not the sort of stuff I'd write. It's too factual. I'm more up for reading that and writing the fiction).
'If one person suffers from a delusion, it's called insanity. If a million people suffer from a delusion, it's called religion'.
Flame me about it :)
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