: About Me

Many apologies but first I'm going to promote myself to publishers so please ignore this paragraph if you are not one (though being writers I doubt you will). My manuscript is a collection of short stories aimed at older teenagers to adults that are narratives based around emotion. The style is generally dark though some stories act as 'breathers' from this. Some of my articles on this site are featured in my collection so feel free to read from them. I have presented my collection with short, creative thoughts and comments acting as interludes between each main story. At this time I have no legal backing or agent of any sort so if you require this I apologise for taking up your time. If you are a publisher and I appeal to you, please consider contacting me at love4lorrain@hotmail.co.uk or through this website.

I think one of the most important things in stories is to reach the reader on an empathetic emotional level, no matter what the format (except for the very strict non-fiction which I have little interest in). In an adult's story, it's through love or horror. Some kind of prolonged emotional impact that can be imagined and related to on some level, no matter what the reader's experience. In children's books, the best always scare children on a relatively small level that they can enjoy and cope with.
In a history profile, selecting material carefully to suit the reader's cultural, social background is very important. This way the reader can relate and therefore be drawn into the experiences of a long dead person. But no matter what, the most important thing is to entertain the reader. Pull every trick out of your hat you know and write the best you can every time. As a writer that means you'll always surpass yourself everytime you write or rewrite an article and as a reader you are pleasantly suprised by what awaits you every time.
I hope this says a lot about me as a writer and maybe a bit about me a person.

However maybe this'll say a bit more: I'm a writer, still in his youth even if he does feel like he's going through a mid-life crisis. (16 is NOT a good time for a mid-life crisis). I hope to become a full time writer at some point in my life, sooner rather than later hopefully because to quote Terrey Pratchett 'It's better than a real job.' I enjoy writing in all forms that challenge me and let's be frank, one success sets you up for life so you can continue doing whatever you want to do i.e. writing. My main writing style at the moment is very dark which has resulted in having more than one article deleted off this site and I am eager to meet other's with a similar passion. However, my reader is somewhat lighter. From Rankin to Garth Nix to Bainks to John Wyndahm, always speckled with the dark subtle humour Pratchett (hope I don't get flagged for advertising him too much).

In the future I hope to focus more on more light hearted, comedic and narrative stories though I've still got many more dark ones that I have to get off my chest. I am up to any challenge so any request for any type of fictional and maybe the odd non-fictional story with as many or as little details as you like is always welcomed. First though I need to simultaneously finish off some old skeletons in my closet and get my GCSE's. Hope you enjoyed my informative, but not that informative 'About Me' and have made a relevant but not too harsh judge of my character. Thank you and goodbye.

My passion is ...

Pratchett and writing. Mainly writing. I don't love him THAT much...

I know too much about ...

Pokemon and video games in general. I don't really play them anymore and haven't played pokemon for ages but I have this odd memory that can remember hugely important things like the type and attack list of a 'Hoothoot' but can't remember hugely unintresting and unrelevant things like how to work out the volume of a cylinder and what DNA stands for. I know it starts with Deroxy or Deoxys or something.

My parents always told me ...

I was a bog brush.

My childhood ambition ...

To grow hair that was actually long enough to be defined bog brush before I got another short back and sides. *shudders*

My favorite memory ...

I've never been fond of remembering though maybe that's because I don't have a very good memory...

Why I write ...

Because it's an expression of my emotion and innermost feelings and an outlet for the pent up anger that always boils just under the surface. It's also fun.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Reading: Bleeding Hearts by Ian Rankin, Watching: Broken Saints by Bob Burgess and listening to...wait a sec. (leans over and opens cd player) Placebo, on a custom mix cd not customised by me,

My first job ...

Lol. Well I did a week's experience at my old junior school. Damn kids. I don't live in a good place. My first real job would be writing if my manuscript gets published but then again, I just contradicted myself. I'm hoping to never get a real job. Be a student until I finish Uni. Go back to Uni. if I have no luck with the writing until I get kicked out for being too stupid and then spend the remainder of my short life living on the streets, writing until the very end, hoping per chance...sorry.

My best moment ...

Hmm... too personal. Plus I can't remember. I've probably forgotten it. It's the kind of thing modern society wants you to... sorry I'm rambling again.

My inspiration ...

If you haven't sussed it out, to be a full time writer writing writey things until I can write not more and need futuristic voice recongnition technology. And if I or anyone lives that long, I'll end up using mind dictating technology. Sorry...

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Love and Hate A monologue It's undeniable. Totally undeniable. I've thought through all the possibilities and all the answers. There's only one. Yes She asked me that question. The most difficult question anyone can ever answer. Most people would just go yes, or no, straight away! Few stop to consider the truth. She asked me, Do you love me?' Only conclusion I can come to is I do. I do love her. The way she walkspurposely, surely. The way she sighs, mournfully. The way her long, beautiful hair blows in the wind, flowing out behind her, like a feather in the sea, struggling to find the surf...

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