aChickWhoWrites

In a world where everyone's the same, can I be different?

Why should I fit in when I can stand out?

If people were rain, you'd be a drizzle and I'd be a Hurricane.

Current location: where the wild things are.

Welcome to the island of rebellious clowns, where being weird is being royal and untamable imagination is a given. This is my corner of escape where I get to talk absolute crap and have that absolute crap appreciated.

So this girl writes like she's on fire with ink-stained fingers and a constant twitch to her thumb. I get brainstorms when I least expect it and will knock you down trying to trap them on paper.
If you keep me interested in you for more than ten seconds congrats, rest assured you'll do achieve great things in your life.

Currently in an open relationship with my books, crumpled up wads of paper and this indecipherable scribble that passes for a handwriting. Also mentally dating a collection of authors that don't know I exist: J.K. Rowwwling, homeboy John Green, Khaled ma bro Husseini, Jodi to the Picoult and a bunch of others with names weirder than Amazonian herbs.

Please follow and reblog, I post everything from fanfictions to character and book reviews to updates on my own writing to all things fabulous.

So peace out, crazies! How about we meet again in that place where people are stardust and writers are bare Royalty?

EE. xx