I eat, sleep and breathe music.
That, and I ponder life's persistent questions.
I'm sixteen.
I sing, and I intend to live by doing so.
I love language.
I believe that literacy should be more greatly valued than it is at present.
Music theory is the bane of my existence.
I wish Shakespeare would write me love letters.
Trees are my favorite.
Well... err... about my story (Dissecting Flowers). I'm taking a break from it for an indefinite amount of time. I still want to write it, I'm just having difficulty figuring out where to take it. I have posted everything I have written so far (be warned, it's not at all cohesive) just for the sake of feedback. I have a feeling that comments, criticism, whatever anyone has to offer will help. I'll get back to it, I promise. :
Summary: Taegan Doyle is an artist, her outlook on life is grim, and her heart beats for art and art alone... Until her art becomes more realistic than she would have thought possible, and her world flips upside-down. A tale of self-exploration, wishful thinking, and, most importantly, love.
Peace and love, all.
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