Author has written 5 stories for Harry Potter.
Your life is like a blank cd
My pen name is Straightlyconfused.
I don't really have any reason for choosing that name.
I've been reading FanFiction now for 3 years and finally decided to try my own hand at writing.
I don't believe that life should be lived 'by-the-book'.
But I don't believe in 'living-on-the-edge' either. I think thats a good way to fall off the face of the planet.
I'm very much into the sentimental sayings and stuff.
I use music to help inspire me when I write. Its my thing. Not everyone has to like it.
I'm ok with criticism as long as its constructive. If its not then don't bother because I don't believe in tearing people down unless you're going to give them advice in how to build themselves back up.
I write when I'm inspired. I won't write to keep you happy.
I won't be an 'average' writer either. I'll write good stuff or nothing at all.
If you like my writing then add me, review me, talk to me - anything. I don't mind.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
It doesn't interest me to know where you live
It doesn't interest me who you know or
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are loosing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
but make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
and treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And loose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
and so hold on when there is nothing in you
except the will to say to them: "Hold On!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor loose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you but none to much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything thats in it -
And - which is more- you'll be a man my son!
In Germany, they first came for the Communists,
And then they came for the Trade Unionists,
And then they came for the Jews,
And then...they came for me...and by that time