I was actually looking forward to making a profile until I sat in front of an empty white box for a reasonable amount of time without typing a word. Having writers block when all you're doing is introducing yourself and explaining what you have in store; that's always encouraging. Hello those of you who may or may not have stumbled across this little article of mine, and was so dreadfully bored, you thought it immensely interesting to read whatever popped in front of your face at the moment, but to those of you who willingly decided to do so without even the slightest persuasion from our mutual friend boredom, I commend you and both stare down upon you with confusion. Welcome to my little sociopathic world, I'm sure you wont find it nearly as enjoyable as I.

Quite frankly, I haven't the slightlest inking of what I plan on doing. I possessed another account in the past, but left it unattended due to irrevocable failure with my first story. Of course, as a writer I couldn't simply stop writing all together, just try my best to better myself. My main reason for resurrecting this little shindig, is I've been feeling this incredible craving for some sort of writing. And while I may not have many ideas at this particular moment, I do not doubt the absolute insanity and boundless creativity that is my imagination. Sure that sounds vaguely conceited to some degree, but I feel with great confidence that my mind if far from finite.

I've come to feel disappointed with most of the authors now a day for their lack or creativity and tendency to conform to what the media finds to be acceptable. I'm quite positive that I am not the only one who is disheartened when walking into a bookstore, overflowing with essentially clones of the same book with the slightest twist to make it "original" if that's what it takes to have a best seller, Hell, I could be a top author. Enough with my incredulous nagging, I'm here to bring creativity back to life. It's long since been dead and I miss it dearly. However, saying and doing are two completely different ends of this twisted stick. While I may have to imagination necessary for my goal, the writing I harbor is no more than mediocre at the best of times. I've got the essay writing skills down to the finest print etched into my mind with inexhaustible fire; narratives and creative writing are on a whole other field, I'm afraid. Nevertheless, I will do all I can to enhance whatever talent I have in this business and put it into action.

So then, what about me as a human being? Flesh and bone? A walking carbon sausage? I know the secret creep in you would like to know all about that, and more if possible. Sorry babycakes, but I do not live in your computer screen. I move, eat, shower (hopefully), breath oxygen and let out C02. This may be shocking, I know, but hopefully there is a medication for that under your bed with your other secrets or something along those lines.

Well, I'm a tall sexy male with a heavy Irish accent who lives in Milan as a model.
No, not really. Grab your tissues ladies because that was a bold faced lie. Unfortunately, I am of the female species and I do not live in Milan as a model. While I would not be surprised if you thought I was of the male prototype, since I seem to be more like a male than a female, that's just how things go. I reside in the rainier parts of the world therefore my skin is paler than should be natural for someone with average color pigments, rather than lack of or disfigured. But with blonde hair, that's not a problem. I've been told I have a light Irish accent, and while that is utter blasphemy, I'll bring it up anyway. I am petite, meaning thin and short, my lovelies. On the other hand, I will leave my age up to your own imagination, since I feel when someone gives their age away, and it is far from your own, you are disinclined to any feeling of relation with said person. I'm as old as you want me to be.

I quite enjoy reading as a hobby, if you caught the reference in my name, then I applaud your knowledge. Music wise, I'm afraid I am not fond of today’s music choice; to be honest it makes me want to wretch. I apologize to those of you who enjoy it, we all have different tastes. Classic rock is where my loyalties lay, namely The Beatles. I do, however, find some modern music to be very good, just hidden under what is extremely popular. My favorite, if you are interested, is called "Werewolf" by Cocorosie. It's definitely acquired tastes, but I enjoy the way one can feel the actual emotion in this particular song, look for it, if you're brave enough. Flight of the Concords is also a good one; they amuse me to no end.

Flames are quite welcome here, so long as they're useful. USEFUL. Meaning they are meritorious, they provide me with use. Fancy that. Weird how the definition is right there in it's namesake. Constructive criticism, I can take it like a man. Inform me when you see something that may need work, tell me when there is a plot hole or grammatical/spelling errors. I just have to take it and go, maybe with a shot glass full of sugar, but it'll go down smoothly nonetheless. There is always a way to improve, I understand this. Do not, on the other hand, leave hate comments. What in the world am I supposed to do with those? Even if you take the effort to send a comment like:
"Dear writer,
Your story sucks. Please go away and never come back.
Sincerely hater"
It's not like I will look over it in enlightened bewilderment, like "Oh! Thank you dear angel of mine! I supposed I should stop trying to write terribly and start actually making it praiseworthy!" that will not happen. I guarantee that no one publically presents their writing while making it anything less than their very best. Doing such things will achieve no merit whatsoever. Leaving comments like that will simply not result in any sort of reward, for you or the writer, be more constructive with your feedback, please.