I'm fluttery, and I am an odd bird. I fancy myself a romantic in theory but not in practice, which is a sad occurrence. Most of my words do not make sense, and in that form, they also do. See what I mean? I have a thing for pretty descriptions, and I cannot stand the word 'smirk'. It seems juvenile in a sense, I suppose, or perhaps it's the way that most writers I tend to detest use that word infinitely many times? It makes me laugh. I do hope you find something here that makes you wonder. "Cap ou pas cap?"

STORY: The Other Half of the Moon

UPDATE: Fever Lips has now been officially changed to the title The Other Half of the Moon because I felt like it. I've written a great deal more to the story, but it's all jumbled up and out of order and quite a bit messy. I'm trying to get it all sorted for you. It's been years since I've updated, it seems. 4/24/09

I'd be so honored if you would read and review for me, darlings! I'm very badly craving constructive criticism, so please dish me some out? I'm very flattered, and it makes me want to update even more. Also feel free to slide me a message/review or anything like that if you have any questions or critiques etc. Be as harsh or kind as you feel appropriate; I don't easily take offense :)