Since this is my first attempt at blogging, I suppose I ought to start this entry off by introducing myself.
The first thing you should know about me, is that I'm really quite lazy. (Except when it comes to the important things. Things like work and writing, composing overly-caffeinated, crack-filled e-mails to my best friends, and catching up on The Vampire Diaries on the CW.) This inherent laziness is the reason I'm stealing my bio from Twitter and pasting it here, in lieu of providing you with a more detailed and insightful description.
It reads: "Writer, geek, caffeine addict, freckle-faced lover of music and slave to the written word... I live on dreams and coffee."
Mm-hmm. Sums things up rather well, I'd say.
I'd ask if you agree, but I'm not sure you're qualified to answer yet. At this point (for all you know) I might be a corporate-flunky-on-the-rise who hates to read, has painted his bedroom the not-quite-puce shade of Hamster Cuddles (I didn't make that up - it's really a color), and who spends his weekends secretly parading around his apartment dressed as a pirate.
Not that there's anything particularly wrong with any of those aforementioned traits....
It's just that I happen to be female, cubicles wig me out, I adore books, my favorite color is a rather boring shade of midnight blue, and I've never (to my recollection, anyway) dressed myself as a pirate. (Although, there was that one time in college when I had a sword fight with a lamp over a bottle of rum. It's... er... a long story.) The pirate problem really boils down to the hat thing. I just can't seem to pull off the look of a wide-brimmed hat with a giant, bobbing feather on top.
It's my face, you see. It simply doesn't look right with plumage.
Not like this woman, who popped up during a google search on pirate hats, and who appears to have much better cheekbones than I do.
Now, where was I?
...Ah, yes! Introductions.
In future posts I fully intend to bore you to tears with authorly ramblings about the books I'm writing, the books I'm reading, the music that's stuck in my head, and various instances of people being wrong on the Internet. You can also look forward to odd segues into discussions about my unhealthy addictions to bad movies and skittles, observations on the wonders of geek-culture, and maybe—if the stars align and you're very, very lucky—something that's actually worth reading about.
For now, anyway, I shall leave you with this delightfully creepy rendition of Chim Chim Cher-ee by Turin Brakes... Because who doesn't love eerie remakes of childhood classics?