I am rather terrible at introductions, or at least, I believe that I am. I have never been told so by anyone else but my belief remains. Writing is one of my hobbies. I do not think that I have very many of them. I began to nurse it into being when I was in seventh grade. I bound up paper in a yellow folder and started writing, losing pens here and there and resuming sentences in different colored ink. I modeled the characters after poor representations of the people I spent my time with at that point in my life. Looking back it would seem inappropriate to call them friends.
I soon discarded that first piece and settled on something else. Something filled with characters of my own. Somewhat. At the time I had been reading Anne McCaffery’s Dragonriders of Pern and I recognize that I had modeled the main character in a very similar way to one of her own. I finished it while I was in Turkey, the summer after my seventh grade year. At one point some pages tore from my battered notebo