Who: See, it wouldn't hurt giving you my name, but then I like being in on secrets. We'll function on the "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" rule if you're really that curious. 

What: A female in college (who really does have better things to be doing than writing stories, but at the end of the day can't bring herself to care much)

Where: New York, NY

When: September 22, 1995 (yeah yeah, do the math)

Why: I feel like I need a place to put everything I write. Plus, I always need to show people things and let them know what they think because I get excited about stories and I like sharing that excitement. I also just get really bored and crave other people's opinions. Is that self centered? Or is that insecurity? Hm....

How: ...well, my parents never gave me any details on this, buuuuut.....one night a long long time ago....probably in a bedroom somewhere.....
Oh I'm just kidding. 

Supporting Details: I'm really horrible with coming up with long plots and finished stories. Something about my brain just likes to give snapshots of things that could be but won't, or things that might happen but can't. The curse of being a short story writer. Plus, I'm a horrible updater. So for the most part, anything that I publish will be finished and not continued on (with very few exceptions if I'm in the mood). 

Not really a poet (I'll leave that to my other talented friends) but I might (MIGHT!) post an occasional poem if it just cannot help itself by coming out. 


Enjoy! Tread carefully!