Presumably the First of Many

This is my second...no third attempt at blogging. I seem to always give my URL to people, people I tend to write about and to be honest, I'm a girl who likes her anonymity and privacy. SO, here we be. Third blog.

I'm attempting this for the sake of having an outlet, to moan and whine to the great world of internets about the woes in my life and have it silently shake its head in disbelief or nod in understanding agreement. So let's get going.

Okay, first and foremost, something you should know about me right from the start. *deep breath* I dabble in Twilight Fanfiction. Terribly nerdy, I know. Like so many of the other fans out there, I became addicted to the series and soon after finishing the books, got plopped into the land of Fanfiction via Google searching Twilight. Anyway, that was a few years ago now. My addiction has subsided into a "Oh yeah, Breaking Dawn is coming out soon. Sure I'll go with you to the preview with you" instead of "Nothing much, just watching Twilight, reading New Moon and Googling Rob Pattinson. What are you doing?"

I think I've gotten a handle on things.

Anyway, I write Fanfiction a little. I try to, when the time provides itself, focus on my original stories, which are buried deep within the recesses of my Dell.

Oh but here is my link if anyone wants to give it a gander: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2012833/Autorious

(I must insert a strong warning here tho, its some pretty racy stuff. Rated: M for sure. So if I would get arrested for giving you porn on the street, don't do the clicky. )

I've only been writing for about three years now. I started my College Lit class and had to write a descriptive paper as an assignment. MUCH to my surprise, my teacher was blown away by it. She read it to the class and everything. Emb. arr. assing. She also turned it into a writers competition for me and without any real effort on my part, two months later I was a published writer. Published twice actually. Seemed easy but now, now that I want to go somewhere with it, I'm at a standstill creatively.

My "Mwah hahaha MY CREATIONS" folder is sitting patiently, covered in proverbial dust, waiting for me to do the double click and get to typing but alas, the words never come. The folder is brimming with one shots, or half-assed chapters.

BUT things are looking up, I guess. Depends on how you look at this.

My boyfriend and I broke up about, eh, two weeks ago I guess and now I have loads of time to devote to my creative process, which involves dancing a bohemian jig to Damien Rice's O album, banging bongos and wearing a 90s style wool poncho thingy. Said ex-boyfriend did not like to partake in the ritual.

Maybe writing here will get the fingertips a flowing in other areas. Not like that. Pervs

Oh and one last thing: ARE you ready for a zombie attack?? Hmm?