What's there to say here?
I'm just your average 25-year-old girl who's still trying to decide what to do with her life, and throughout my 25 years of living, all I've learned is that I know nothing of what the future holds for me. Absolutely nothing. That's both scary and exciting (... but mostly scary).
My writing is a work in progress, though saying that feels like a stretch considering what little progress has been made. Creating stories has always been something I've enjoyed, but I lack the focus necessary to make any sort of career out of it - at least for now. I've lost count of how many novels and short stories I've begun, only to abandon them because of diminished interest or just plain getting stuck. As of today, I've only finished one project (unless you count the Halloween story I wrote when I was in fourth grade). It seems that while I can write a good start, it's the middle and the end parts that trip me up. I'll figure it out someday.
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