We are like stalks of straw
Plain and simple
Ugly and understated
Ordinary
In every field you might pass
I am one of one million sisters
We are not special
But we can be made so
We can be spun
A stalk of straw falls to the floor
No longer plain ugly ordinary
A shimmering golden tear
- from "Rumpelstiltskin" 

Hi, my name is Meghan. I write fantasy, read fantasy, and wish I lived in fantasy. Poetry is my other forte. I'm not big on romance but I'll usually throw a little dash of it into my writing just for some variety. I prefer the things that I read and write to have a deeper meaning, if it doesn't it has to usually be pure plot and action. I think that everyone here is just a little bit mad, but that's what makes this Wonderland. Enjoy.