Kaya

I'm 18 and I write because writing make the world seem more real. I've never quite been sure if i'm great at it or not, but putting together something like this makes me feel so proud of what i can do. Having a place to consistently gather work where it will do something other than gather its metaphorical dust in a file on my laptop gives me the inspiration to write more. Knowing that there are people out there who read and enjoy my work makes me feel that much better for having written it.

I don't know what happens to people when they grow up, almost as if they stop dreaming. If that's what growing up means then i never want to do it. The trade off just doesn't pan out for me. I had the dream, when i was still in frilly dresses, that i would be a writer and a singer. Then i grew up. I stopped trying to make those dreams come true. I still don't know if i can be a singer, but maybe here i can get the courage i need to be a writer and keep dreaming.

I was raised a Gypsy. I was home schooled while we traveled Australia for most of my childhood. My mum can't stand the commitment of living in one place. She loved meeting new people and hearing their stories, a trait that imprinted itself onto me. Of course when i went to Uni and mentioned that, someone actually replied "But you seem so normal." I was too shocked to know whether to be relieved or insulted.

I hate to be rude, but please don't send me a friend request without reviewing me. It's not very polite. I've also turned my read requests off, I return reviews, its just a better system in my mind.



If you're interested of course, I have a blog which i write shorter more random thoughts in. http://incompletetruths.tumblr.com/