I'm a college student part time and I work full time at an office. Writing is my passion! It's something I've wanted to do all my life. Even when I was just a kid, I always imagined my adult self as one of those cool, cynical fiction writers who rarely leave the house. Now, of course, I know that not all writers are like this (just the ones in the movies I've seen), but this is the person I've grown to be; calm, sometimes cynical, and a bit of a recluse. However there is another side to me. Part of me is anxious, desperate, and too emotional, which is the exact opposite of my "cool" self.
Some say I am a contradiction . . . and I could agree to something like that.
I write fiction novels about the types of characters you don't usually read about. I like to write about real-life situations that most people ignore and try to create a character that handles those situations in a way that readers wouldn't expect. I've just recently started writing gay romances, and it's become something I really love to do. Even so, my best work is the darker stuff that the goth kids like to read. (laughs quietly to self)
What drives me is creativity and the need to prove myself. I'm kind of a show-off when it comes to my work. I'm determined to be a best-selling author and overcome the doubt that surrounds me each day. I want the world to know who I am and what I stand for, and I will accomplish this no matter what stands in my way.
My passion is ...
writing fiction novels
I know too much about ...
food
My parents always told me ...
love everyone
My childhood ambition ...
to write my own t.v. series
My favorite memory ...
meeting my best friend Justin is elementary school
Why I write ...
it keeps me alive and sane and it's the only way I can express my feelings about the world
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Listening to HIM
My first job ...
after school child care with my mom
My best moment ...
being rewarded for writing a college level short stroy in my third year of high school
My inspiration ...
trying to understand the odd behavior of those creatures called "humans"
TOUCH THE SCARS I didn't ask him this time if he was ready. I didn't need to. That was one of the things I loved about Kenta. He may not have been very strong, physically, but he had lots will power, and he was always strong enough to tell me to stop if he wasn't ready to . . . "go to that level". So I continued to touch him, and this time I didn't resist the urge to run my fingers across the cuts and scars on his arms; the little secrets he usually kept hidden under the material of his long sleeved shirts. I watched him squirm and I couldn't help but smile as I realized it wasn't complete...
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