Author has written 3 stories for Biker Mice From Mars, and Ninja Turtles.
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My Facts and Non-Fiction of My Life:
I'm 22... 23 by the end of the summer, and I'm a Canadian woman on the east coast. Right on the coast, actually. Can't live without the ocean. I relate a lot with water... I work full-time, and sometimes I go to university... off and on.
I started writing a long time ago, then stopped, I don't know why. Where ever I go, no matter what I'm doing, I'm telling myself a story. I just can't stop. I even create believable stories when I dream... you know, that aren't even too abstract... lots of my fan fic ideas come from my dreams.
Fav. Japanese Anime: Cowboy Bebop, Ghost in the Shell / Stand Alone Complex, and Serial Experiment Lain
Fav Movies: Serenity, Schindler's List, the Princess Bride, The God Father, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Fear and Loathing Las Vegas, Tank Girl (please don't laugh...), Reservoir Dogs, Donnie Darko, Magnolia, Brazil, Office Space ... oh, and all Kubrick movies.
Fav. TV Shows: South Park, Monk, Simpsons, Family Guy, Firefly, Farscape, and Dr Who!
Fav. bands/music: The Beatles, Beck, Apocalyptica, Juno Reactor, Bjork, The Doors, Loreena McKennitt, Massive Attack, Radiohead, Supertramp... and classical music.
Other Interests: Roller Blading, biking, rock collecting, the great outdoors, shiny things, computers, reading, (writing of course), singing and musical instruments, philosophy, psychology, Taoism, sci-fi, DnD, and dancing.
Yeah, I know. My tastes are -all- over the place. My life is just as cluttered as my mind, believe me...
What else is there to know?... (aka: this isn't real poetry)
I was the little girl who was stung by a bumblebee, then cried not from the pain, but because the bumblebee's life was lost.
I was the little girl carefully plucking worms out of puddles on rainy days, saving them from certain watery doom.
I am the drugless hippy singing rock'n'roll, and dancing with the devil underneath the pale moonlight.
I am not a hopeless romantic.
I am in love, yet I'm the philosophizing self-diagnosing psychologist who wonders:
Has all the love I've been giving, all been meant for me...?
"Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, They slither while they pass, they slip away Across the Universe.
"Isis Lament" (as in Isis's lament), is based on the famous tears of Isis, the mother godess of Egypt, tears cried for her murdered husband, tears that overflowed the Nile river. Isis, the mother of life, the crone of death.
PS. I am using some canadian spelling ("ou" instead of "o" and mixing up S's and Z's). Yes, I am using spell check =)