Author has written 24 stories for La Corda D'Oro, and Ghost Hunt.
Meep is a procrastinator, an idiot, a perfectionist who loathes the process of polishing her own work. She is a socially inept girl with a knack for offending everyone she meets. To her very bone, she is a person who is perpetually in the realm of boredom. She likes spicy foods, pencils and classical music. To be in control of everything is an obsession of hers; every single detail must be according to plan.
Strength: Obstinacy. Weakness: Obstinacy.
One addiction she has is reading fiction, and she gravitates mostly towards those of the mystery, suspense and paranormal genres. One particular title comes to mind when asked what her favorite series is: 'Ghost Hunt'.
Writing does not appeal to her as much as reading. When she reads, she worries only about the little stuff; flipping pages and suffering in suspense. When she writes, instead of the promised tranquility and fulfillment, she is rewarded with chaos and stress and tears and pandemonium. The only solution she can think of during these times of crisis is to chant, ''Keep writing, get your lazy ass away from the internet, stick to the goddamn plot-line,'' while thoroughly bashing her head into whatever surface is available. She hopes this works for you, too.
Despite the pain and suffering writing brings Meep, she plows forward regardless. (Thusly, we may presume she is a masochist as well.) Current ongoing projects include numerous baby one-shots and three multi-chaptered stories. The latter are: 'Serendipitous Stumbles', 'The Ghosts of Repentance Past' and 'Distractions'.
Serendipitous Stumbles is, to put it simply, a monster she regrets giving birth to, but loves unconditionally anyhow. Naught but a terribly vague outline supports it, the details are left to the whims of the Ad Lib gods. Let us pray for its future.
The Ghosts of Repentance Past is nary but a dream, a fantasy of the Meep of two years ago. It is a disfigured child, struck with several illnesses. The worst of which, namely: dreadful execution, idiotic pacing and infantile logic. Still, she cannot let go of the shitty thing. She brought it to a doctor and was told that only one cure existed: rewrite. It's been reborn as 'Phantasmagoria'.
Distractions is the most recent creation, one that Meep never would have guessed ever to write in her entire life. It's started out as something to take her mind off of Phantablah, because that brat's been stubborn and it won't let her write the next installments. And then, well . . . ugh. Distractions is supposed to be completed ages ago, but because a damn kind-of-sequel has come out of nowhere and has demanded to be plotted, the ending Meep had in mind had to face revisions. (And then the universe just goes and picks on her more. The title she's been saving for the kind-of-sequel has been taken two weeks ago. Dammit. There goes what's left of her willpower to write then.)
. . . But even as she tries her best to keep herself motivated to complete at least one of those three fugly babies, all efforts are ultimately stolen by an evil overlord called Tumblr. In the scant spare time she saves for them, Tumblr seduces her with wondrous promises of reckless abandonment, of poorly managed time. And like the fool she is, she offers herself without any second thoughts.
And now she is off once again. Yes, right now. She's too lazy to think of a proper end to this lovely tale. No doubt, she's thinking of prancing away hand in hand with the latest distraction that has recently caught her eyes, which is: The Zero Escape series. The mind-fuckery is especially strong in the second game.
So. I've recently decided that I want to become a professional editor one day. (
(I'll probably make a beta profile later . . . it's just so damn troublesome.)