Purchased Linkin Park's newest album today. It was something of a disappointment, but a few of the songs were well worth the investment. Still, in most ways it doesn't shine so brightly as its predecessors. Ah well. Maybe it will grow on me.
I've been a writer since I was twelve, and a storyteller all my life.
Twenty moves through my youth gave me ample opportunities to see the world, experience people and cultivate a highly (sometimes overly) active imagination; thus, the fantasy genre called out to me, demanding my attention.
Story ideas haunt me in the night. Characters demand birth. And I love every disturbing moment of it.
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