I'm 19, I love to write; but I'm really shy about letting people read my things. I was in a car accident on July 4th, 2012 that cost me the thing  most precious to me- my son. But I don't feel like telling you all about that right here. I now have an 8 month old premature baby boy named after a character in my book and a husband who is a Marine. I work and have a life. Before my accident I loved to sing, swim, and I played the trumpet. I've usually been a happy person who loves to laugh. I loved to make people laugh... even at my own expense.. and, well all together I've never been a shy person, I'm really outgoing. But, my stories just feel like a part of me that people could ruin. It is hard for me to write sometimes because I'm so busy but I try my best. I'm just starting to get back into the writing scene and that makes it even worse.