I am an Italian-American who hasn't quite decided where she belongs.

I'm pretty sure that, in my heart and mind, I am Japanese, and have spent the best 3 years of my life in Tokyo.

I dedicate everything I write to my sisters, who are my ever-inspiring muses, and don't even know it. I have tried ignoring the voices in my head (if you have posted anything on this site, you know EXACTLY what I am talking about), but they just HAD to come out. I was a little reluctant at first, but I mist admit that our conversations look wonderful in black-and-white.

English is not my first language, so I tend to write the way I think: Broken, sarcastic and simple (Not quite sure I manage that).

All male characters in my stories belong to my pervers Imaginarium. I have had most of them speaking to me for a very long time, and have finally come to understand that they have the right to entertain other people as much as they do me (hopefully).

The females, on the other hand, are living/breathing individuals I share mosloaf my life with. I can only hope that, by now, I know them well enough the do them justice when I write about them.

Let me know

Z