On/Off fanfiction writer for about five years now. Haven’t written in ages and it’s been longer since I’ve written anything S/K. My old works make me cringe. It’s akin to nails on chalkboard, really. Hopefully, I’ve improved, yes? I feel I have a bit, so I hope you enjoy my writing, the little bit that I still do. I don't have enough creative drive to write long stories, I've realized. :]

I write primarily for enjoyment in a world shadowed by monotony. Joy. What other reason need there be? I believe I'm a horribly pessimistic person by nurture. As I am a blindingly optimistic person by nature. Contradictory, but simply put, I'm human. I am a human who believes that there isn't enough love in the world the same time I believe that that world is brimming with love. Love. Love is wondrous, indescribably sweet the same time it is achingly heart-wrenching. Love is simple as it is complicated. I want to capture that emotion and share it, that little piece of happiness that is there, has to be there in love. No, I have not fallen madly, deeply , passionately in love with any one person before, nor have I lived long enough to be able to. But that does not mean I have not loved madly, loved deeply, loved passionately. Because love is the old couple holding hands in the park watching their grandchildren, the chicken noodle soup in bed as he laughs at your blotchy face and red nose (because you laughed when he was sick, hmph!), the umbrella in your bag because you always forget to bring it when it might actually rain... love is.

Reviews make me squeal and spazz and giggle like the hyperactive fangirl that I still am. :] I’m my own evil critic, especially since I never really loved anything I’ve written, so I can take constructive criticism. In fact, I beg you to point me in the right direction because I want to get better. :] Flames however, just make me laugh.