I'm nineteen now but I've been pushing stories on this site since I was twelve. Please keep that in mind if reading some of my earlier work (i.e. The Girl Who Lived). I mean, if it makes you feel good to really flame me, go ahead. But I'm aware of the mistakes I made as a pre-teen writer and it's not going to do me any good now to have them pointed out.

I haven't finished anything since The Girl Who Lived except for little ficlets in the Pearl Harbor and Black Donnellys fandoms, but they were one-shot, and don't hardly count. I don't know if I'll ever finish any of the stories I started years back. Maybe it'll be a summer project. Maybe I just don't have it in me to do it.

Right now I can feel a Donnelly fic trying to be born. A big one. I don't know if it will ever happen but there are files containing chapters on my laptop, and that's always the best place to start, right? Further, summer is a blessing. I have nothing but time on my hands.

Be honest with me when you read my stuff, because that's what I appreciate most. Long reviews are my favorite. I give long reviews, too. If you give me a long, well written review I'm likely to go ahead and read whatever stories you're peddling, and hand you a lengthy chunk of thought in return. Not guaranteed to. I don't know how long my addiction to this site is going to last this time. But I will do my best.

I may have flings in multiple fandoms. Maybe I won't write jack. Right now it's all about getting reacquainted with my home here at the site of cheaters and stealers!

I forgot how good writing feels. Isn't that sad? Don't let me forget about it again, okay? Promise?

Creation, my friends, is all we have.