Derr... I'm from inkpop...
yeah...
Anyway I live in a winter wonderland. Minus the wonderland part. It's currently snowing, and I don't have a car. My life is awesome.
In a way I guess I enjoy writing, but it is most definitely not the driving force in my life. Hence my lack of work. I almost never get around to finishing a project over three pages--even that's pushing it a bit. When I do put time to something, even if I don't finish it, I generally stick to some aspect of fiction. I never write anything about myself because (lucky me!) nothing extraordinarily fantastic or outrageously tragic has happened to me. I will occasionally write about people I know.
Other than that I will write, read, and critique any genre, with any style of writing. Curse words? Hit me. I really couldn't care less. Same goes for anything else that others might be appalled to.
Sure, ask me to swap. You go first. If I ask, I will likely still try to get you to go first. When I left inkpop I was owed seven return reads.
*RRRRR*
Really, I do't get mad, I just feel let down.
I hate talking about myself. I am a very introverted person, and I do not (DO NOT) open up and dish my secrets, or anything for that matter, very easily.
Ciao.
Adios.
Arrivederci
Bye.
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