It seems to me both silly and unwise to give out anything like personal information here. Knowing my name or age doesn't really change anything, does it? Be satisfied to know I have both.

I'm afraid that I'm all too likely to blather on and on about myself, but I think it may be better to let my writing speak for me (what little writing there is). I actually do write quite a lot, but finish very little, and post even less. While I enjoy writing I'm pretty insecure about my abilities. The only reason I've posted anything here at all is because every now and then I get a burst of courage and roll with it before panic sets in.

What you can expect from my stories is this:

If I post it, I mean to finish it no matter how long that may take.

I am not willing to write anything I wouldn't read out loud (not that I would read it out loud, someone might hear me!). This means there will be no swearing or explicit scenes.

I do not in the least understand the obsession that so many girls have with yaoi/slash. You will not find it in anything here.

I love Naruto, so it is unlikely that I'll write anything unrelated to it. But you never know.

I like romance, but I prefer it to be less blatant than you often see in fanfiction. And less cheesy.

I'm not funny. I can't write comedy.

I like things to be realistic or reasonable, so if you think something isn't, I want to know!

Stories

The Haircut: Honestly, I wrote this right after my own unwilling visit to the salon. It was a way to vent. And I think it's kinda cute.

Timid: Just some thoughts about the difference between shyness and timidity, as could only be expressed by Hinata.

Kaeruno: The Return: My first serious attempt at a chaptered fic. All about how and why Sasuke returns to Konoha and all the stuff he has to deal with because of it. It's been a while since I've updated, but there's one scene in the third chapter that's just blowing my brains out. It should be up soon, though.

What Fate Holds in Store: I was reading a LotR Mary-Sue parody and it got me to thinking about that great master of irony, Jane Austen herself. So I pulled up Northanger Abbey and started reading. Finding myself, as ever, in awe of Austen's literary genius I decided to try my hand at writing in a similar style. I don't know that it's very good, but there it is. It is the story of Mary. Not Sue, just Mary.

"The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles but to irrigate deserts... For famished nature will be avenged and a hard heart is no infallible protection against a soft head."

–-–C.S. Lewis, The Abolition of Man