“This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of wit start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.”
~ Honoré de Balzac
French novelist and playwright
Linda the writer
How it all started:
The first character I ever created was a girl named Maria, but her friends all called her Ria.
That's, unfortunately, all I remember; her story had been lost (read: some random motherfucker stole the laptop it lived on). The first 'serious' attempt at telling a story was when I was 16; it was a romance featuring an ice-hockey player and I may rework that one as I still remember bits and pieces (read: It was horrible, I'm glad THAT one got the axe).
But it wasn't until 2008 that I started writing on a regular basis and it still took another 12 years until I realized that maybe, just maybe, I should really kick my ass into gear and start being serious about writing when it's always been obvious that I'm a storyteller.
CTIRAD, A RESCUE I FOSTER
MY WRITING & CUDDLING BUDDY