I live in a small town and am staying at home to take care of my son. He is the love of my life. I have always wated to be a writer but I don't know if I have what it takes to be a good one so I am using Helium as a way of seeing if other people think I am any good. If they think I am then I am planning to start working on my first novel.
My passion is ...
writing, reading
I know too much about ...
trivial nonsense no one cares about
My parents always told me ...
to go for my dreams
My childhood ambition ...
to be remembered
My favorite memory ...
giving birth to my son
Why I write ...
it the best way to express and challenge myself, I need to write
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
I am reading several different books and listening to and watching nothing
My first job ...
carhop ugh
My best moment ...
when I decided to take charge of my life
My inspiration ...
life
He was smiling at her again. She had said something stupid, again. Heat rushed into her cheeks and she knew that he could see the blush even in the dim glow of the porch light. It never failed that when she got around a man she was attracted to her common sense abandoned her and she was reduced to a babbling idiot incapable of completing a rational sentence. Most of the time people pretended not to notice but Nathan was not most people. He never said anything, just smiled at her with that infuriatingly charming smile that said he knew exactly what it did to her brain when he got too close....
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