Began writing poetry last summer, so I could have something to do at camp. It wasn't going to be the most thrilling time...thankfully I was wrong. What I took away from it though was more valuable than I could imagine: I could actually write! Never really tried before, but I'm giving it small steps at a time.

Right now, I have a book in progress on the way, so the poetry might come slower. It's a story about a warlock tournament set in a peasentesque setting, and one boy whose life quest is going to be completed at the country's largest event. That, however, will be no easy task...

The first chapter should be here soon. :)

Oh, and on a side note...my word count is extremely off. I'll be putting the real counts in the summaries.