Author has written 8 stories for Big Wolf on Campus, Heroes, Chronicles of Narnia, Twilight, Four Brothers, Artemis Fowl, and Brothers Grim.
I'm very sorry for the length of time that has been between updates recently. I've been working on several different fics at the same time as well as an original plot, so I hope you can all forgive me and stay patient while I try to find the time to juggle the zillion tasks I've taken on. More than I can chew? Yeah, probably, but I'm trying. I love you all.
Now, on to the less important and extremely uninteresting facts about me!
My name is Gina and
I am the combined efforts of everyone I have ever known.
I am seventeen years young.
I'm not perfect, but my family loves me anyway.
And when I say family, I'm including my best friends.
I try to pray every night, even if I'm exhausted.
I should really show Him more gratitude.
I love to sing and act.
The art of the written word is a very important part of my life.
I find it...yeah, I'll go there. I find it fascinating. ;)
I love to write everything from poetry to novels.
I'm trying to write a book. It's a work in progress.
If I didn't write, I can honestly say that I would probably go completely crazy.
I read and watch movies more than anything else.
I like to get lost in the different worlds presented in fiction.
I also love music, and my tastes vary extensively.
As long as it makes me feel good, I listen to it. :)
I can get along with almost anyone. It's rare that I don't.
I don't let people push me around.
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through.
I collect books and I devour them like a small child devours Halloween candy.
My mantra as of late: No matter how bad things are, they could always be worse.
Talk about pessimistic optimism...
I believe in God, love, music, and art.
Having life is not the same thing as living.
Just a little food for thought. :)
"Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:--
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?"
I close my eyes
and this image floats beside me.
A sweaty-toothed madman
with a stare that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and choke me
and all the time he's mumbling.
Truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough.
You kick at it, beat it,
it'll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying
to the moment we leave dying,
It'll just cover your face as you wail
-The Dead Poets Society
Heroes Quotes to Remember:
"Where does it come from?
This quest, this need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered?
Why are we here?
What is the soul?
Why do we dream?
Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning.
But that's not human nature.
Not the human heart.
That is not why we are here."
“We dream of hope. We dream of change. Of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens. The dream becomes real. And the answer to this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries finally shows itself. Like the glowing light of a new dawn. So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic. And the mundane. The simple human need to find a kindred, to connect. And to know in our hearts... that we are not alone.”
"An amazing bit of machinery, this. And how much of it do we actually use? Ten percent, maybe twenty? Imagine the answers we'd have with a hundred percent. Why is there evil? How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? How do we make love stay? All these answers they're all...they're all right here."
"We're all at war with ourselves, that's what it means to be human. The trick is figuring out how to be on the winning side."
"On the sixth day, God created man in his own image. Now it's up to us to figure it all out. Right. Wrong. Good. Evil. In each of us is the capacity to decide what drives our actions. So why is it that some choose selflessness, the need to devote oneself to something greater, while others know only self-interest, isolating themselves in a world of their own making? Some seek love, even if unrequited, while others are driven by fear and betrayal. There are those who see their choices as dark proof of God's absence while others follow a path of noble destiny. But in the end- good, evil, right or wrong- what we choose is never what we really need. For that is the ultimate cosmic joke. The real gift that God has left behind."
"For every being cursed with self-awareness, there remains the unanswerable question: Who am I? We struggle to find meaningful connections to one another. We are the caring friend, the loving father, the doting mother, the protected child. We fight and we love in the hope that somehow, together, we can understand our significance in the universe. But in the end, no one can share our burden. Each of us, alone, must ask the question: Who am I? What does it mean to be alive? And in the vast infinity of time, how do I matter?"