Aspiring novelist, professional procrastinator, and world-class coffee drinker. Currently in a committed relationship with my delete key. I tell stories so my characters can live the wild lives I never will (while I sit comfortably on my couch). Writing is basically just staring into space, occasionally typing, and thinking about things I'd say if I was witty IRL. I'm here for encouragement or to at least feel like I'm not the only one struggling. :)

I'm not saying I'm a big deal, but I'm definitely better than the guy who decided to put pineapple on pizza. I'm here to make questionable choices and blame it on being spontaneous.