Author has written 17 stories for Mars, FAKE, Harry Potter, Brothers & Sisters, Misc. Books, and As the World Turns.
Icon by...a Livejournal person whose name I can't remember, but will find out and put here ASAP.
Hello, all! Welcome to my oh-so-lovely FF.net profile. I don't have a lot to say about myself, which makes me absolutely terrible at writing these things, but I'm gonna try anyway.
So we'll start with that basic of the basic, the first thing people always want to know about: appearance. Quite frankly, I'm not much to look at. I'm short and round, and I have no intention of changing either, and if you try to put me on a diet, so help me God you are going DOWN. I have blue eyes and brown hair that is more dead ends than actual hair and frizzes when I so much as take a sip of water; I refuse to cut it, because I look hideous with short hair (it does something weird to my face). And, all that aside, I think I'm beautiful, even if you look at me and start convulsing with disgust.
There are three people in the world that I live for. Three people whose expectations I will actually go out of my way to live up to. My mother is the first one, and the reason for that is simple: she's earned it. She's gone to hell and back for us and she's still standing; the least I can do is try to make her proud. My sister and my best friend are the others, and I hope they know why.
And on the note of things that rock my salt...
In addition to this FF.net account, I also have a joint account with my sister and my best girl Li, so go visit the Idiosyncrasy101 profile if you're looking for some cheap laughs. We try not to let you down with the comedy...
I love to meet new people, so talk to me.
I absolutely love anything that has a lot of bright, happy colors--rainbows, flowers, sunshine, crayons, shirts that look like they've had dozens of different colored paints spilled on them...I love all of it. Paint me a rainbow and call it quits. Seriously.
Sleep is the last thing on my priority list. Like, the DEAD LAST. It's pathetic.
I read obsessively, and I read everything. I also devour music and will listen to almost any kind. I actually plan to look into guitar lessons one day; maybe in college, where I can attempt to exchange tutoring services for music lessons. I dunno, it's worth a try.
I speak a modest amount of French, but I'm still learning, so don't message me and start yammering away in French; I'll get it translated eventually, but it'll take awhile and you're just better off starting in English and working your way up to bilingual conversation.
I never lost the little girl in me. She's hunkered down next to the cynical old bat and the unwavering romantic. They're all sitting there in my head as we speak, throwing popcorn at each other and waiting for their turn to surface.
I like to shock people, but not as much as I enjoy making them like me.
I'm painfully shy in real life but frighteningly outgoing over the Internet. It's sad, but true.
I'm an avid writer. I don't claim to be any good at it (though I do have one or two pieces that I'm proud of), but no one can ever say I didn't try. I don't have many fanfics up, but the stuff I do have was very carefully written. I don't rush my work. I dilly-dally over it. Hence, I only have fifteen stories, but hey, I'm just getting started over here.
I'm the most pessimistic optimist you will ever meet. Wanna know how that's possible? Talk to me. You'll see what I mean.
I like to play the mother for people, but I don't ever want to be a mother to my own children because I think I'd suck at it. I'd probably forget to feed them or something.
Most of my life revolves around school, in one way or another. That could very well be the reason I didn't make my first real, honest-to-God, still-hasn't-left-me-for-greener-pastures friend until I was in eighth grade.
The Internet is the eighth wonder of the world.
I'm a beautifully uncomplicated person and a walking contradiction to myself half the time.
I'm completely comfortable with who I am and with who I'm not.
If I like you, I will talk to you nonstop and with long, complicated words. If I hate you, I will still talk to you nonstop and with long, complicated words, but the long, complicated words will be used to disguise thinly veiled insults. However, often I'm too lazy to give you even that, and that's when I become the monosyllabic wonder. Yeah, I'm complicated, and I'm heartbreakingly simple.
There is one hard, fast rule for dealing with me: Fear the coffee. It will rule the world with me at its side.
I try my best to keep an open mind, and I think I do a pretty good job of it most of the time. And the great thing is, that happy quality is one I learned from someone I actually know. I was lucky enough to grow up with a mother who let me form my own opinions. Never, ever underestimate the power of that, people.
I live every minute of my life, I eat like a whale, and I'm no one's idea of a perfect girl.
A Note to the Readers
I seem to have a problem lately with people reviewing to insult/flame my stories, then not signing them out of either laziness or cowardice.
Now, I really don't want to change my settings so that I'm barring anonymous reviews, but I'm going to have to if people don't stop throwing out unfounded accusations/insults and then refusing to give me a way to contact them and defend myself. So please, people...if at all possible, sign your reviews, or leave me some other way to respond to you if you don't have an FF.net account. (This goes for positive AND negative feedback. I want to be able to respond to EVERYONE.)
To those of you who took the time to read this, thank you. To those of you who actually paid attention, double thanks. To those of you who read it, paid attention, and will still continue to review, HUGS.
News / Updates / Information
Okay, so I officially finished "Rise of a Fallen Angel". (Four years too late, but still.) I like deadlines... I enjoy the whooshing noise they make as they pass by. And I've heard that noise a lot lately...
Next step is to start editing and revising everything I didn't like about my old work, while trying to get some new stuff finished.
I'M NOT DEAD! FEAR NOT!
All right, I've finished a lot of my editing. All of my completed multi-chapter fics, as well as my one-shots, have been edited, revised, and reposted. Yay.
Okay, confession time. Awhiiiiiiiile (like, AWHILE) back, someone sent me a request to do some beta-ing for them. I agreed to do it, then promptly deleted the message with all the information in it. I can't remember the name of the author or the story, so Mystery Person, if you're reading this, PLEASE contact me!
I'm still alive, guys, I promise. I'm just having some trouble getting motivated to write something new. (Of course, that could be because I'm working every single second of my life these days, but...either way, I promise, something will be written. ...Eventually.
Send requests if you have any! They might give me some ideas.