Less than 1 day

If we wanna get technical, I'm pretty sure I was born at 6 something in the morning on November 16th of 1990. Anyway, less than one day away and my 6 day project will be over. Now I'll have to think of something else to write about that might actually be interesting.

(less than) 1 day and counting... Writing.

Since before I can even remember I've been writing. I used to write little fictional stories when I was a kid and read them, or give them, to my mom. And of course, she loved them. Not because they were any good (because I'm sure they weren't) but simply because I was so excited about them and couldn't wait for her feedback!
These days, I'd like to think my writing isn't quite as bad as it was back then. Hopefully I have improved. I love writing though. It's the one thing that I can always do, pretty much no matter where I am. If only you could tap into my mind for a day, you would be overwhelmed by all the stories I keep up there. It's like a story factory, I've held onto stories from years ago, filing them away in my memory, bringing them up on occasion to see if I still like them. It's like a mental rainbow, pretty to look at, fun to think about, amusing to the senses... Good stuff.
I've been blessed with an overactive imagination, one that used to frighten me at night because I was thoroughly convinced that my older brother was some kind of swamp animal that would sneak into my bedroom at night and do something horrid to me. Of course, that same imagination turned me into a mighty morphin power ranger that kicked his butt if he ever tried to come into my room.
Either way, it's aided in my entertaining stories.
I'm thankful for my passion to write. It's my way of communicating on any level needed.
I guess the pen IS mightier than the sword. At least, in my case.

Signed,
gypsy girl