This is me.
Well, that's what I hope to look like, but truthfully, most days I look like this:
And this is my reaction to him when he says, "WHYYYY DID YOU DO THAT?!!!
Sometimes I make my life sound fabulously interesting. It's not. I'm actually very lame.
I'm just kidding! Don't leave. I'm awesome! I promise!
I have an unhealthy love of bacon. Seriously, it's not normal.
I am very paranoid. I currently believe there is a man in the toilet who talks to me when I flush. True story. Logically, I know he is not there. But seriously, where are those voices coming from?
I suffer from depression and anxiety. Sometimes I find the courage to talk about it.
The only thing I have ever wanted to do is write. I started writing my first story at my grandmother's house when I was eight or nine years old. The Fish and The Fisherman was about a poor uneducated man who fed himself by fishing in the river. One day, in an effort to not be eaten a fish says that he will teach the man to read so that he can go on to learn great many things, get an education and support himself (and of course, not have to fish in the river ever again). The man agrees and goes to the library every day, takes the books to the river and the fish teaches him to read. The fisherman learns many things, falls in the love with the librarian and everyone lives happily ever after.
After graduating college with a degree in marketing I got a "good job" made "good money" and hardly had time or energy to write. It was as though someone was draining my soul from my body. Finally, in October 2011 I quit my job to be a full-time writer.
I have never been happier.
My first novel is with
When I started this blog I never could have fathomed how much the blogging community would mean to mean or how many amazing people I would "meet." I hope that I get to meet at least some of them in real life one day. It means so much to me that you all take the time to read the crazy things I write.
|Don't mind Gerald. He suffers from hysterics.|