Well, the loud ringing of my alarm clock definitely helps. Usually it's because of my alarm clock that I roll out of bed each morning. Or one of my family members, urging me to get up and get dressed in the fifteen minutes before we have to be somewhere. But, if I'm lying in bed, awake but not wanting to be, and then suddenly a great idea for a story pops in my head- then I hop out of bed and stumble towards the laptop to look for that kind of story on fanfiction or wattpad. Then, if there's no story for me to read, I write one instead- which is just as fun.

I play videogames or watch youtubers. Or I read. I seriously have hardly any social life. (Okay, maybe I have a bit of a social life, but not much of one.) I don't really like to go outside, because... Well. My only legitimate reason would be that I really hate the heat, and when I get hot, I get super uncomfortable. I love going outside in the winter, though! ... I'm sort of off-topic now, aren't I?

I remember the first full-sized book I ever wrote. It was called "Seeing Stars" and was supposed to be book one of a seven-book series called "Seven Spies." I finished that book with 98 pages, and I got to page 38 (or something) on book two. They're not horrible, but whenever I read over them, my face goes red and I wonder how on earth I could ever write something so terribly cheesy. Then I think to myself, "This book has no hope. Revision is pointless," and I close out of the document. A few months later, I'll open it again, planning to fix it up so it's worthy of being published, but I react the same way as last time after reading part of it. Seriously, how could I /ever/ write something so cheesy?

Hmm. Well, I have two main desks that I use. One of them is a small black thing with one of those roll-out drawers that I put the keyboard. It's pretty boring, but I make it less so by balancing CD's, books, papers, pencils, and cartons of chocolate eggs on the corners.

The other desk is pretty big, but pretty old. Its top is green with white speckles, and below that is some polished wood. The drawers have silver handles on them, but I don't ever use the drawers, so they're pretty useless handles. Spread across the desk is a mix of papers that I should probably throw away and electronic devices that I should probably put in a safer place. There's a black printer to my left, and a messy filing system to my right. I sit in a black leather spinney chair with one knee pulled up to my chest and leaned on the side of the desk while my other leg falls off the chair in an awkward position and my foot taps against the floor. My dog sits in the little space between me and the back of the chair, and we sit here for hours writing, playing games, and watching videos. :)

Being able to make whatever I want to happen, happen. I am the queen of everything.

Well, that's what I tell myself.

Really, I control the prologue and maybe the first chapter, but that's it. After I've created my characters with enough detail, they kind of take over. I'll sit up in bed and go, "I've got a brilliant idea for that story I'm writing!" And an hour later I'm writing something totally different into the plot line, because that idea I had earlier isn't what the characters wanted. I don't know, it's hard to explain, but I feel like I know them, and I know what their reactions would be and what they would make of a situation. I know what would happen in their story if they were real people. I enjoy that feeling.

Well. I definitely love fantasy, that's for sure. I'm crazy about fanfiction. I used to think that romance wasn't even an option for me, as I've never been in a relationship (and don't really want to be) and don't know what it feels like to be in love. But then I found out about shipping, and looking at the actions of some of the people I ship... Well, it's easier now for me to write romantic things. :)

They make me smile like crazy.

I'm having a bad day (or just a boring day), and I log onto wattpad or fanfiction or whatever site I'm currently using, and I get some notification saying that someone followed me or reviewed one of my stories, and my face is literally just like: :D I love my Rulers so much! And it's so nice having some critique or praise your work. On fanfiction.net, I've got some people who will post or note things about my stories in the funniest ways, and I laugh and think, "Thank you, God, for giving me my Rulers."