Author has written 11 stories for Card Captor Sakura, and Magic Knight Rayearth/魔法騎士レイアース.
I think that I will begin to write again. You see, my health was very poor during my first year of college, and being a "honors molecular genetics major and double minor in German and French with a pre-med distinction" didn't help either!
I have just recently been reading some of the reviews for my works, and I must say that my eternally faithful (although not extremely plentiful!) readers touch me so greatly with their lovely and extravagant praise of my work. In "Like Birds in the Wind," more than a few reviewers admitted to having tears in their eyes at the end. . . now what more could a girl or author ask for from anyone?
I feel more secure in myself now, that I want to share myself, and reading the new story "The Second Wife" will very much give you insight into my childhood and upbringing, my intense education in the humanities and arts, and the expectations, social and familial, that I was required to meet on a daily basis. But now with my concentration on medical school and becoming a surgeon, I am not so ready to promise a new chapter every week, so my faithful and very much beloved readers must bear with me, as they always have!
However, I do find that writing for my adoring (and equally adored) audience gives me a little respite from everyday stress; it is intensely therapeutic, and I will do my best to finish "The Eastern Mountain" and "The Second Wife." And if there is time, I hope to begin a few other new projects, one based on the novel "The Count of Monte Cristo," which will be ExT (of course!), and also perhaps one inspired by "The Age of Innocence."
You see, those last two novels, by Alexandre Dumas and Edith Jones Wharton, respectively, are tragic love stories, and since I have lived one of my very own, they are very close to the heart. (For all those interested, I think it is high time to write a piece about my own life, too, because it has been acknowledged as a very beautiful but dark story.) I, however, do not find it quite so beautiful, because one shouldn't have to have a "very beautiful but dark story" in one'spast when one is just nineteen.
And I want to thank my wonderful, wonderful readers, who, although they might not know it, were adistant but steadfast beacon of shining light for me when I had despairingly believed that all the lights in the world would be darkened forever.You have my greatest gratitude and highest affection for your endearing kindnesses, your wit, and your very singular gifts with the written word.