I'm starting to find my so-called niche in the realm of writing... 'been writing since gradeschool for the sheer desire of writing. I won't admit to being an excellent writer; I just could not. Nobody knows that I write, but me. But I love it and I need to do it. 

A SECRET WORLD is hidden within the pages of my notebooks, waiting to be unearthed and discovered. It has been lying there in the dust for years. Once it was accidentally seen by prying eyes and I fought desperately to conceal it. I was also once condemned to all sorts of guilt and error for keeping such WORLD, but I shrugged the judgment off and pressed on... to writing more and more - heeding less of hampering variables.

I'm a keeper of journals and diaries. These are safely placed somewhere "out of reach of children" and some place inaccessible to malicious minds. Should fire ravage my dwelling place, these writings will most certainly be the first to find safety.

I'm a voracious reader. I'm addicted  to  reading. This is one guilty pleasure I just. could. not. let. go. It's insidious that it almost morphs into sin.

I love art, literature, classics, and all things creative and interesting. I'm all for the new, the unique, and the extraordinary.  I know how to appreciate, especially things that
 strike a chord in my heart and
 matters that keep the mind well-oiled and fueled.

If you must know, i'm a fan of period dramas, historical fiction, archeo-fiction, and well... beautifully crafted stories. I can't favor just one because there is no one-to-one correspondence with regards to beauty and excellence.

I have more than two decades of life-experiences, but I have yet to learn....I have yet to write. I have lots to share and I can't wait to start...