Ana Eterna. The pleasure's all mine.
I love to write. I've been writing and imagining worlds that exist only in my head since I can remember. In third grade, I was accused of "plagiarism" because no eight year old is that creative. And I took that as a challenge, creating more worlds, and more characters, writing words and more words, increasing my vocabulary, and finally, here I am. A production of a challenge. Of course, my imagination may take a backwards leap, and I'll end up writing more normal stories, such as Tarnished Keys. If you can call Keys normal. And tho I love TK dearly, it's not the most original thing in the world. One day, I'll get there.
I am not ashamed of my work, but I am not throwing it out there as the best that you've ever seen. I am aware that my style probably appeals more to females. As a female, I write words that I like to read. But that doesn't mean I'm stuck to this genre. I just like it a lot. I'm not shackled. It's not just love for me. I write about being broken. And gore.
I love art. Art can make anything happen. I read anything, from Star Wars to Jane Austen to vampires and manga. I write. I draw. I act. I design. I go on. I belong to one of the most...random piece of pie you will ever find. The Kitchen Sink. tks. We're ranged to make sure that whoever you are, one of us will understand you. (My friends are cooler than your friends XD.)
In any case, we'll get onto the more important things.
My stories are important to me. I take time writing them and fine tuning them. For instance, the first chapter of Tarnished Keys is only three pages long, but to piece it together, as I so beautifully did (forgive my audaciousness. I'm really proud of that chapter) was a month of figuring out the story, scouring the vocabulary, retouching the details, and just to make sure you could experience the sensory details. And no, now that I've gotten into the swing of things, I doubt Chapter 2 will take that long to post up.
If you read a story that I've written, and you like it, please tell me. All artists like to have their work commented on. I am no different. If I don't get any encouragement, I will slip into a deep depression, stop writing it, even if you did like it, and start composing depressing poetry on FictionPress readers. Because, I can't tell if you read it. I don't have a counter that tells me how many have. And I don't know if you like it. So if you do, tell me, or else, a story you might want to see the end to might never be ended. O:
If you hate it, you hate it. Don't put, THIS SUCKS I HATE IT, if you can avoid it. However, if you find that the story insults you to the very core, don't be afraid to tell me. c:
I'm looking for advice. Give it to me, baby.
;D Thank you ever so much.
~Ana (is not my real name, but after I named Analiese, I fell in love with it.)
~STORY UPDATES~
Tarnished Keys: Unfortunately, Chapter Two is going to take longer than I thought. Sadly, I spent so much time planning the future plot line and end that this next transitionary part is going to have a problem. Since I thought it would naturally fall into place. And it's not. I'm kind of laboring towards the point where I planned, and it'll go faster. And it's not easy to instantly put good sounding words that tease and tantalize your senses together. So you can wait a little bit, right? It's going to be longer than The Storm, so it's worth the wait. Maybe. I hope you'll like it when you see it. D:
Silver Reflection: I'm actually not working on this right now. I'm concentrating my efforts on Tarnished Keys. Sorry.
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