Earth013

There are two aspects of writing that interest me: fiction & non-fiction. Yeah, I know, that covers pretty much everything written between covers.

Fiction:
Up until now, the characters and stories I’ve been obsessed with have mostly remained in my head, though I’ve indulged in a few attemps at fanfiction. (For those who are interested in writing your own stuff, go to fanfiction.net and check it out: it’s free, safe and a great way to get some feedback on your stuff—not to mention it’s a lot of fun!)

Non-fiction:
Someday I’d like to write some sort of exposé. I know it’s an over-indulgent cliché, but I have a secret dream to change the world a little bit. Just leave my fingerpring on it, just a smudge. And one day, some meandering stranger will pass by and go: “hey, she did that!”

I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but I was worried I’d starve to death. Now that I have a day job that can feed me and keep a roof over my head, why don’t I try writing by night?

I have so many beautifully searing images in my head, I just want to actually get to look at them, you know?

Well, I’m a 24 year-old finally choking on all the lies I’ve been living and I want out. I want a real life: I want a family who loves, accepts and encourages me, I want freedom to love, I want to study, and explore a zillion different things before I settle down in my chosen career, and I want freedom of religion.

First, I’ve got to decide that I’m okay with that.

Then, all I have to do is figure out a way to make my conservative control-freak homophobic Catholic parents understand that their lovely daughter is a free-thinking, wanderlust-stricken lesbian and fledgeling Wicca—and hope they still love and support me for who I am.

Piece of cake. (Yeah, right.)

I guess it’s like they say, every journey starts with the first step, right?