For a long time, I brewed potions of hopes and desires, peered over caldrons of dreams, saying 'one day, my time will come'. But I've come to realize that life shouldn't be delayed anymore. So here I am, afraid, but slightly braver, writing this. I'll read more stories and write some. I hope that if my stories lack something/anything, it wouldn't be a lack of heart. I'm Jo. Who are you? Let's trade a word or two.