Prententious Intros Are For Pixies

I write because it is all I can do. I think of nothing else, because there really is nothing else that delights me, and nothing else that can occupy my time for so many hours in a single day. Every story I write Every word that passes from my hand to the page consumes me like an engraving into my brain that needs to be repeated over and over again until it is rubbed out. I relish the pain that comes with writing because it speaks of true intellect at hard play. To me, pain is a constant lover to the action of writing, and I am like the wicked little girl who hides under the bed as they work together, pressing her body to the bowing underside of the mattress in an attempt to partake of the deed.

I write because I am the child of thought and understanding, the curious offspring of insanity and reason.

I write because writing is a part of me.

To me, writing is a quest, to find myself and to find that which defines every facet of who I am. This quest of mine has taken the better part of eleven years, first gripping hold of me when I was six and the thrill of writing was revealed to me by my muse, the muse which – if you don’t mind my paying heed – has since then not failed me a single time. I only hope that the work that my muse passes into me will live up to par with other people’s expectations of a girl well into her eighteenth year who’s now made her writing a full time profession, and if not...well then there are always the bathroom stalls that serve as a source of people’s entertainment while they’re in there…

I write in many genres and in many different styles, which possibly explains why first impressions of me tend to lean toward the quirky cant-sit-still douche-bag type personality. (Or mundane, depending on which side of the playground you like to stand on.) And I’m told this thought process of mine clashes headlong with my appearance, as I love bright colors and tend to wear more eye-makeup than is possibly healthy for a person, though I am a known Queen of the Bedhead Hairdo, and pajama bottoms are my royal clothing of choice. What can I say, I love contradictions.

I’ve written a few short stories, some poems, and even lyrics for bands, the latter of these which is never a good idea when you’re not a member of the band – which is why I will not read/critic/write song lyrics ever for my fellow literates.

I love to read other people’s work because it gives me a sense of accomplishment, knowing I’m reading something that someone else has worked hard to create, and offering my opinions is equally as satisfying, though in a way more intimate. I don’t like to bore people with lists of things like books/movies/music without their first having asked, simply because it’s the polite way to go about things; after all, why should I tell you if I don’t know whether or not you’re interested?

Recently graduating from High School – I’m *hopefully* soon to attend my first semester at college studying for a MLitt as well as an MFA in creative writing – I’ve been spending the majority of my summer reading and working on a couple of novellas while garnering enough money to pay for school.

I sometimes don’t know where I’m going when I start writing something that hasn’t been planned beforehand. (Jumping the gun, some people might say, but we all know it's just impromptu practice for genius.)

Also, I’m known to finish everything with a sort of cliff-hanger when I can’t think of anything clever to leave off with.

So that’s my introduction. I hope you’ve enjoyed spending time with me. Let’s do it again sometime soon.