So… I joined LJ last year because I want to be a writer, and the only way to do that is to actually write stuff down. After six months, I have two journal entries. And no friends. Obviously I am rubbish at this. I would blame it on my crazy all hours job, but really I’m just scared to put myself out there.
So… here I am, putting an end to my lurking and actually joining something. I’d like to think it’s never too late for a change. I’m going to actively start posting things, I swear.
If you are not too turned off by this point, here’s a little about me:
- I live in the south, am in my late twenties, and am married to my college sweetheart.
- I spent most of the past decade living in England and I miss it a lot.
- I have a BA in English Lit and an MA in Writing. Useless in real life but good for LJ.
- I'm completely technologically impaired and am learning how things work as I go along. This is mostly due to the fact that my last computer would now be in the fourth grade if it were alive. And human. So please bear with me.
- I’m a huge geek. I’ve been trying to hide it for years as I used to be cool, but it just takes too much effort. I watch way too much television, mostly directed at a much younger audience. I love sci fi, anything weird or funky and am a self confessed schmaltz-aholic. I ship and slash all over the place. Someone needs to stop me before I hurt myself.
- Ideally, I would love to write YA novels (for money). Yes, I still have the delusion that my dreams can come true. It’s what gets me through the day.
If you are STILL interested in being my friend, here is a list (in no particular order) of things I like:
- Foreign soap operas on youtube, Supernatural, The Velvet Underground, Paris, shopping at Trader Joe’s, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Hayao Miyazaki movies, David Bowie, Back to the Future, Berlin, playing rock band whilst slightly tipsy, The Passage by Justin Cronin, the Blue Ridge Parkway, the 1980’s, parentheses, old movies on AMC, Florence + the Machine, little dogs, the works of Egon Schielle, bargain bins, and the Sunday paper.