Sarcasm is my first language.
Organized chaos is good for my chi.
Dandelions are underrated.
The reason you'll never see a crabby Munchkin is because the others take them out back and stone them to death. Think about it: you never see behind that hill. The town's built on a foundation of frowning skulls and tweed jackets. Bob shows up wearing shrubs instead of daffodils on his shoes one day and the Stoning Squad dances in with a happy little execution song. Yep.
I am surprised when I say things that shock my friends. They should know better by now.
As a younger kid, I always wanted to be a pirate or evil witch or cowboy when I grew up. (In my six-year-old view of the world, cowboys did cool things like gallop across vast plains and wear six-shooters and sleep beneath the stars while cowgirls wore braids, sequined plaid, and did stunt riding.) At the age of eight, I decided that illustrating children's books was a more practical goal.
Now as a much older kid, I still haven't illustrated any books but I do make a pretty good evil witch at times.
In my next life I'd like to be an astrophysicist. Or a house cat.
The anonymity that the internet provides is not an excuse to say things you wouldn't normally say face-to-face.
When possible, speak face-to-face.
If you've seen versions of this profile around the web (deviantart, crunchyroll, flickr, or youtube, for instance) then you've bumped into me. Shoot me a greeting!
Won the WeBook Injury Challenge with "Slice of Life"
My Favorites: Reading and Writing
Melusine, by Sarah Monette
Lament, by Maggie Stiefvater
The Blue Sword, by Robin McKinley
The Reward Worth Having, by Jay Williams
Sabriel, by Garth Nix
The Raven Boys, by Maggie Stiefvater (again)
Consider the Lobster, And Other Essays, by David Foster Wallace
Outside, alone, preferably on a grey day threatening to rain.
Most often, in the few moments of solitude offered by locking the bathroom door!
The majority of my writing lately seems to be critiques and feedback online and for my friends. I enjoy giving constructive criticism and truly wish to help others with their creative pursuits, but sometimes I need to disappear from that scene to work on my own endeavors.
Ask me again tomorrow.
David Foster Wallace
Martin Luther King
Edgar Allan Poe