I read somewhere: "Time is a luxury we don't have," and I agree heartily. I love writing for the sake of writing, but life has a way of interfering between what we want and what we have to do. 

Between work and socializing, reading is the only thing I love that I have time to do. Romance is great, sci-fi is fine, but my real love is fantasy and coming of age stories. 

And oh yeah, English is my third language and I'm not very good at it. Please notice/comment me if I make mistake