I love.

That's pretty much me. I love to do, I love to feel, I love places and things, but mostly I love people. I love thoughts unspoken and tears and tenderness and seething breaths and rage and everything else that rules us. This world is still filled with so much wonder and I love it all.

I live in America. I recently spent two weeks in England and have spent most of my time trying to figure out how to get back to visit Ireland, Scotland, Wales... There's something incredible about feeling at home in a place you've never been.

I'm a journalism student. I've been a reporter at two newspapers and find the work both delightful and frustrating, but mostly easy. I think I want to switch gears and lean toward finding work in publishing.

I'm going to write a novel. It will be beautiful and original and meaningful. I just have to get the gumption to stop doubting myself and start pushing myself to my full potential. You should too.

In an incredibly impulsive and petulant act, I deleted every story I'd written here, changed my pen name and decided to do more reading than writing. Partly because I was self-centered enough to want the attention and adoration of reviews, but unconcerned with actually bettering my craft; and mostly because I reread most of those stories and thought they were horrible. I may eventually try to start a new fic, but for now, I'll continue happily reading those of the talented writers brave enough to put them here.