Derr... I'm from inkpop...
yeah...

Anyway I live in a winter wonderland.  Minus the wonderland part.  It's currently snowing, and I don't have a car.  My life is awesome.

In a way I guess I enjoy writing, but it is most definitely not the driving force in my life.  Hence my lack of work.  I almost never get around to finishing a project over three pages--even that's pushing it a bit.  When I do put time to something, even if I don't finish it, I generally stick to some aspect of fiction.  I never write anything about myself because (lucky me!) nothing extraordinarily fantastic or outrageously tragic has happened to me.  I will occasionally write about people I know.  

Other than that I will write, read, and critique any genre, with any style of writing.  Curse words?  Hit me.  I really couldn't care less.  Same goes for anything else that others might be appalled to.  

Sure, ask me to swap.  You go first.  If I ask, I will likely still try to get you to go first.  When I left inkpop I was owed seven return reads.  

*RRRRR*

Really, I do't get mad, I just feel let down.  


I hate talking about myself.  I am a very introverted person, and I do not (DO NOT) open up and dish my secrets, or anything for that matter, very easily.  

Ciao.
Adios.
Arrivederci
Bye.