I'm baaaaack_

Hi guys! This is the part where you get to read a whole bunch of boring things about me and my work! Hope this isn't too long and rambly...here goes_

Stuff About Me:

My name is Hannah. I like reading, writing, and Homestar Runner, I think Red Dwarf is the best comedy show in the history of the universe, and I try not to watch too much TV. It pisses me off when people are too lazy to type out their damn words, and it makes me want to cry when I think about how few people know what Red Dwarf is. Besides writing, I read,role play,IM, improv, and sit at the coffee shop in my spare time. I'm addicted to comedy and caffeine and I'd like to know why it's so much easier to write when I'm supposed to be asleep.

I write because I'm pretty sure writing is the only thing that keeps me sane, though lately I wonder if I have any sanity to hold on to. I'm not sure if I'm a good writer or not...all I know is, I like it a lot, even though I don't always have the determination to finish the things I write. '

Policies:

The only policies of mine that are of any interest to you are those concerning updating and reviewing. Here they are:

Reviewing: If you give me a review, I will try my best to return the favor. However, I will review you the same way you reviewed me. If your review is genaric and it looks like you didn't even read the story, that's what you're getting back. Also keep in mind that I SUCK at giving decent poetry reviews. I'm just not that well-versed in good poetry. That being said, if all you write in poetry, and it's even semi-decent, you're probably going to get a gushy review.

PLEASE NOTE, however, that sometimes it takes me a long time to review back. I do try to do so eventually, but I can't get on the Internet all that often, and I have my own stories to write. Also note that I take reviewing very seriously--I HATE giving reviews that are like "OMG I LOVED IT PLEASE KEEP WRITING," or something lame like that; pure encouragement is about as helpful as a flame. Because of this, I can't read or review anything unless I have a lot of time...and therefore, it takes me awhile. ;

Updating: This depends on the story, what's going on in my life, and whether or not I'm being a bum. Ideally, I'd update once a week, but as I'm sure you know, things rarely work out how we'd like them to. I have a hard time making myself update if no one reviews as well...I simply fail to see the point, is all. So if you read something you like, review it, or that'll be the end! (Anyway, reviewing me ends up benefitting you, since I review back. _)

Answers to the Riddle Poems:

Note: If you read these before reading the poem, the riddle is ruined. Just so you know.

Iridesence: A bubble. Of course. Think about bubbles and be happy!

Silent Monarchs: Cats. Like I said, a dog person really wouldn't get it. But everyone knows how stuck-up cats are. (I love cats, but they are the most arrogent creatures on the planet. They do deserve to be, though, at least I think so).

The World is Quiet Here: A library. One of the only quiet places, nowadays.

Works of Prose:

Outside the Box: Novel, romance, incomplete.This novelstarted out as an ode to non-conformity, and has been slowly turning into a commentary on high school love. I'm still not completely sure where I'm going with this one, so suggestions are very much appreciated, more so than usual. (Working title, especially with this silly new plot developement.)

Confessions of a Wicked Stepsister: Novella, fantasy, completed. The story of Cinderella, told from Cinderella'sstepsister'spoint of view. The Cinderella story I retold was actually Disney's story with a few tweaks...I haven't gotten around to sitting my ass down and reading the original quite yet.

Starcrossed: Short story, romantic fluff, completed. A kind of symbolism thing with the sun and the moon, originally written so I could get into a writing class. Purely descriptive, with no real plot to speak of.

Chocolate Grahm Crackers: Short story, mainstream, completed. I'm pretty sure I wrote this shortly after eating chocolate grahm crackers...it's overtly symbolic, and probably pretty bad, but it was fun to write.

Banana Splits: Flash fiction, humor, completed. I'm pretty sure I was half-asleep when I wrote this. It's about a friend of mine, and what she'd be like as a super hero.

Fatal Innocence: Short story, fantasy, completed. I wrote this a long time ago, as an explanation for a war in a novel I was once working on. The novel has changed so much that it's almost become unrecognizable...but I liked the story, so I left it up.

The Music in my Head: Short story, mainstream, completed. This is an old fic...actually, I'm pretty sure that it was the first short story I've ever written. It's about a girl who thinks in music. One day, it might turn into a series of stories about how people think...I haven't decided yet.

The Undeniable Genius of Doctor Seuss: Essay, completed. Written when I was obsessed with Doctor Seuss, around February last year. It's quite short.

Who's Controlling Who Here?: Essay, completed. Written one night when I was thinking about how dependant we are on computers. I freaked out and felt like writing, and the essay was born. Also very short (I haven't the patience for long essays unless writing them is a requirement.)

Works of Poetry:

Candy Coated Lies: I'm not sure where this came from. It was born one day while I was walking home from school. I liked it, so I posted it.

Jupiter: Written some time last summer, probably around July, when inspiration was smiling at me, and I was writing like crazy. This is a short poem, but I like it too much to take it down.

Sorcerer: Pretty much sums up how I feel about writing.

Until: One of the things that has always baffled me most about human beings in general is the way they never realize what they have until someone takes it away.

I'd Rather: A love-related observation, unedited, written when I was tired. It's one of the truest things I've ever thought concerning love, so it stays up.

You: I thought I was in love when I wrote this...I captured my feelings pretty well, even if I don't ever talk to the guy anymore.

Happiness: This poem is quite old...I think I wrote it in seventh grade, which is when I first started writing seriously. I like it a lot

A Question of Color: Also an old poem. I don't remember what pressed me to write it, just that I was pissed about something.

In Closing...

I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read and review my work. I also enjoy meeting new people and such...so don't hesitate to IM me if you feel like it. I really mean it.