I'm never good at these things. I suppose I start at the start and end at the end. Right then, lets start... ^^;
I have been writing since I knew what words were, telling stories since I knew what those were, and daydreaming since I knew what thought was. I love the smell of new stationary and art supplies, and the sound of food cooking, and the sight of someone excited for something they love. I hate the smell of strong perfume, the taste of unloved food, and uninteresting and lazy thinking.
... I also have a weakness for purple prose. :s
The more interesting bit is that... there used to be an old OLD sight similar to this. Only you could also open up the story and have people make a mess of it. And in a flash of nostalgia and inspiration, I went searching for it. The search for the site itself was fruitless. But I found here, so this works.
:3
