To know me is to love me.
Or not.
Not liking that profile editor thingie that lets you change your profile's background colors, etc. Makes pages load too slowly, I find. And people choose bad color schemes and unreadable fonts, usually a mixture of both. (Black on white...that's nice and readable.) Plus...the music/video thing that automatically starts playing? Yeah, don't like that, either. I've got my own music playing, thanks very much. This I can deal with/tolerate.
PeOpLe WhO tYpE lIkE tHiS, hOwEvEr, I cAnNoT sTaNd. Go away and leave me alone. You think you're cool but you're really annoying and immature. That sort of thing used to appeal to me when I was, oh, 15...but I'm (much) older now. I appreciate spelling and grammar and things that don't go WOOt!
DON'T BOTHER ADDING ME if you're selling something or you're a 21-year-old nymphette who wants me to visit her sexy naked picture site. I'll mark you as spam in a heartbeat.
So there, that's out of the way. *stepping down from soapbox*
I'm a writer, mostly fiction. Until recently it was all *short* fiction. Now I have a novel in the works. Two, actually. One is sort of a sci-fi suspense type, the other is a romantic comedy from a male POV. I also recently started painting in watercolors, having taken an adult ed class earlier this year. I really enjoy it. It'll be a while before I'm good enough to sell anything (in my opinion, anyway, friends seem to politely disagree with me), but it's fun nonetheless.
I live about 90 minutes south of Orlando in the middle of nowhere. Well, OK, not exactly NOwhere. This town does have a Wal-Mart, after all. But there's no Starbucks. Neither of the movie theaters here have stadium seating (*gasp*). No art supply stores in town. The Walgreens isn't even open 24 hours. In fact, not many places are. Why am I here, then? Well, there was a family death last year and I came to help out. Now I feel stuck. But I shall escape soon. 'Tis been long enough, I think.
OK, I began boring myself a few paragraphs ago, so...that's it for now.