I usually lay on back for a few days (not consecutively) and day dream. Once the basic idea is down and the characters have been created I begin to write. I can assure you that the first copy is horrifying. Things are misspelled there are no full sentences and it's kinda like I live in a world where commas don't exist. Once the first draft is done I trash the unnecessary fluff, procrastinate on social media, stalk Starbucks, message friends, and once I've FINALLY accepted my fate I edited the grammar. ( I really do try to avoid it). Since my grammar is borderline atrocious I send it to a friend of mine (he's a super sweetie really, because I'd never volunteer for that kind of torment) so he can tell me what doesn't make sense and what not. Then once it's all done it comes here.

The first story I can remember reading is Charlotte's Webb. No matter how weird it may be it is actually what turned me on to the world of Fantasy. I relished in the impossible, because the possible had been done. There was no interest in the known,only the unknown and that was my first taste of losing reality.

I pick a picture, close my eyes, and pray something magical happens when I start clicking. Literally.

Since I only read series I will consider series as one book. My first favorite is the Vampire Academy series. There was something about Rose Hathaway that ruled my world for a while. Her fearlessness was something to be admired and so I will always love those books and her story the most. Next would be the Bloodlines series (same author) because of Adrian. Adrian was the character who got the short end of the stick at the end of Vampire Academy and while Rose was only following her heart (something else I admire her for) Adrian's was crushed in the process. My previous love for him in VA may have something to do with it, but that's not important. The story line itself is actually better than Rose's, but my love for Rose trumps my love for Adrian.
My third favorite is the House of Night series, there are so many twists and turns I could just die. Everyone is evil and everyone has a motive. To keep such an elaborate plot alive and well takes skill. My fourth is the Mediator series. I read it when I was in eighth grade and it thrilled me so much I still hold it near and dear to my heart. It has nothing to do with the main male's cowboy status (I'm lying). Last, but most DEFINITELY not least is the Blood and Roses series. I've never read an adult novel, because sex scenes generally make me uncomfortable, but Deviant was so thrilling I didn't even care. I fell in love with Zeth in less than two hundred pages and when I find my card I will by the others.

I first starting the summer before fifth grade. I'd been so obsessed with an anime called InuYasha that my only option was to right what I was thinking. I create little stories and then read them to my grandmother. I remember how bad-ass I felt when I first wrote the word damn. I'd gone so far as to hide the notebook so no one would ever uncover my dirty little secret.

I was really bored over the summer and having just graduated high school I was terrified of being an unsuccessful loser. It shows in Riley as she is often seen dreading graduation and her life afterwards. There is a lot of me in both Damien and Riley while Cael is a lot like my best friend and Trevor, like my older cousin. Damien has issues accepting reality and feels that if he ignores it he won't have to face it and it won't exist.

I was so intimidated by the world of publishing and query letters that I decided on publishing Indie to get some experience under my belt.

The first original I ever wrote was a co-project with my best friend of the time. It was about demons who kidnapped a human girl and ended up making her rub the free demon world, but not before she fell in love with the prince, murdered her best friend 4 times, set the body guard up with her female best friend, lost said female best friend, forgot about said female best friend, and set the body guard up with someone extremely random and they lived happily ever after....yeah.

My greatest joy is being someone else. Much to my best friend's constant vexation I am an escapist. He often encourages me to invest myself in the real world, but this is my world. That is what the poor dear refuses to realize.

Honestly? I get out of bed for Starbucks and dark chocolate. There isn't much I find interest in unfortunately, hence why I am a writer. I create my own interesting world and I don't have to leave my bed for that. (I'm sure I sound obese, but I swear I'm not)

I spend it reading, texting, and driving my friend's car. My driving is probably counted as a crime against humanity, but to my surprise and my mother's I haven't anything yet! (except when I was leaving chik fil a in my cousin car and hit the curb...but that doesn't count.)