Hello. I figure that's as good a way as any to start this. My real name is Lindsey. The literal translation for my pen name (which is Italian) is "lover of books". I've always wanted to learn Italian and I love the whole concept of being able to speak two languages and actually understand what someone is saying in both. And I love Italy. Never been, but I hope to someday. I've lived in Florida all my life. Which sounds fun but, honestly, it really isn't when the sun seriously has it out for you. No kidding. They tell me I'm smart, but I think intelligence is a relative thing. I read all the time. Like, I can hardly function if I haven't read at least an hour's worth every day (of course, that's slightly less true nowadays with my class workload). It really doesn't matter what I'm reading most of the time, because I read a little of everything as long as it's fiction (I also read a lot of manga). I am but a reader that pretends to be a writer. As a result of reading literally a million books, I have a small grammar obsession. Not really when someone is talking, but when one of my friends sends me a message online. I correct them all the time and they are gracious enough to put up with me. Being the hypocrite that I am, you will occasionally find a grave error in my work here. I blame the constant sleep deprivation.

I feel the need to warn you while I have the chance: I will suck at updates. Seriously. You will no doubt hate me and think I've dropped whatever stories I put up at some point. I apologize. I also need to tell you that I really have very little plans for any particular story. I've never created an outline in my life. I've never finished a story in my life that wasn't a one-shot. I hope to really change that on here, but I'm realistic. I apologize once more.

Um, I suck at titles. I'll end up killing myself trying to come up with the perfect title for every story or bit of a story I write. So, at present, the stories are named on my computer with the main character(s) name(s). I also suck at descriptions, so bear with me.

WORKING ON:

Never Coming Home is a story that has very little future. I'm 60 percent sure I will eventually take it down because I will be so disgusted with my own lack of updates. It's an angsty angst-fest (at least, it will be), and it will have no literary value whatsoever. I figured I was going to post a fluff story on here sooner or later. Might as well be one that sucks, I suppose. :) It will follow two main characters, of which I can say little right now without screwing up the few plans I have for the story. Good luck.

FINISHED:

An Ode to the Day After Halloween is about the pain of giving up candy. Silly poem.

My one-shot, How How Did She Fly, How High is officially the first story I ever finished. It was inspired by one of my favorite manga series, Vampire Knight. The title is a quote from my favorite play, The Crucible by Arthur Miller. It was one of my favorite lines. If you're unfamiliar with the play, it's all about the Salem Witch Trials and this line was said to one of the children that was supposedly a witch/possessed by a witch/evil spirit and was said by one of the paranoid towns-people (in reference to how high she flies on her broomstick). I took the sort-of-meaning of that and applied it to this story, basically how far will the character go, how far is too far. It is about Alessandra, the Scale, who has been prepped since she was very young to "keep the balance" of things. It's implied that some higher being or power tells her when something is not as it should be and needs to be corrected for the balance of things. The story takes place one month after Alessandra has killed the last of a rouge band of vampires. She's finally settled down with her vampire sweetheart, Wesley, and she believes her job is over, that there is no more she needs to do. This is the story of how that's not true. (Note: No, I've never watched Star Wars. My friend told me that's what the story reminded her of. You know who you are.)

My other one-shot is Fallen Lovers, a retelling of the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. It was more of an experiment in present tense than anything, and still a little rough (I hope one day to have the time to sit down and properly edit it).

Thank you for putting up with my long-winded tendencies. Oh, oh, and I love you Oseary Drakoulias! You're a better writer and reader than I could ever hope to be! Get on that brilliant novel, now, will ya!