I've been writing since I was...twelve or thirteen. Not exactly sure which age. I was obsessed with Lord of the Rings and had recently found Anne McCafferey's Dragonriders of Pern. Sure some of those books were for adults, but a young teeny-bopper such as myself did not care. Her books, along with Tolkien's, together had smashed open the jammed door in my mind that was blocking my passion for writing. I jumped right into it without a second thought, keeping my stories secret and hidden from the family. But they figured it out and left me alone.
Let's hop, skip and jump to present day. I'm twenty. I've aged and my writing style, lets say it, isn't so shitty any more. There is room for improvement, but that's for later. I still have troubles with description, can't seem to keep horses out of any story I write, love creating characters, and have too much dialogue. But hark! all is not lost.
New ideas are a constant stream through my mind, but I try to write them down and then leave alone to return my full attention to the novels I'm currently writing on. Those ideas just may come in handy for future, so I never let them escape. Well, almost.
I have five novels I would like to finish. Well, I'd like to finish any story that I start, but alas that is not possible. Leastwise for moi.
Trouble and Bad Luck & Unknown Title are a duology. Different main characters, different country, but the same people. Kind of.
Vial of Immunity & Tarot Card are a duology. Same main characters, same country, different year different problem. And a lot more sadness.
Silent Souls is a stand-alone. Dark, revolves around death, but comes out cheery in the end. I think.
The firsts are all 3/4 finished. The second parts to the diologies are...Well not quite started.
