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[FONT='Calibri','sans-serif']So I’m N.L., psychology student, I live with my mom (who is awesome), have a great bunch of friends and a cat (yay). I’m 18, and really, the only other thing that’s important for you to know is that I love writing. Which is why I’m here.
I’m a published poet, but I think it’s safe to say I much prefer writing novels and consider myself primarily a novelist. Over the past seven years, I’ve been writing novels off and on. I wrote my first novella at eleven, my first novel at thirteen. After that, I worked on several novel ideas that were all doomed to fail, each for different reasons, before finally settling on my current novel. You know how you go on a few bad dates, get into a few bad relationships, and then all of a sudden a few years down the line you’re in a good relationship, and soon enough you’re married quietly in a house in the suburbs with a green lawn and two dogs? Yeah. It’s kind of like that.
It happened exactly like this. After I gave up work on the last of my failed novels because it was a murder mystery and I had no ending, I guess I got a little depressed and went through writer’s block for about five months. I was also working in a small bookstore at this time (I now work in a big one). One night while I was working, about a year and three months ago, this haggard-looking woman came up to me with her husband and asked, in the most brutish tone, “Do you have any books on borderline personality disorder?” And I just looked at her for a few seconds, because at this time, I had no idea what that was and frantically asked myself if she was speaking Martian. Then I pulled it together and looked it up on the computer. Of course, being the mother of all tiny stores, we didn’t have anything, so I had to send her to the large bookstore across the street where I now work. Now may be a good time to mention I’ve always had a huge interest in abnormal psychology. So when I got home, I looked up this “borderline personality disorder” on Wikipedia. I read about it. And the rest is history.
My novel is a fat, double-spaced psychological drama kept in various duo-tangs and with the topic of my protagonist, who is diagnosed with BPD. The book covers fifteen years of his life. Its size is like nothing you’ve ever seen. I’m ashamed of how obese it is. And I’m only a third of the way done! God. Hopefully editing will help it lose a little weight. And by a little I mean like... an inch.
You may think I’m exaggerating. I’m not. Seriously. I can show you a picture of the brick stacked up next to my leg.
My novel is my life. I didn’t want it to end up like its predecessors, so I spent literally a month planning the whole thing in advance. As a result, I now have a 200-page binder of information on it (I do have a social life. I promise. ). This is the first novel I’ve planned even somewhat extensively (read: at all), and I’m so glad I did. I’ve been working on it a little over a year and a month now.
As well as my novel being my life, or probably even more so, my character is my baby. I created my character about five months before I started working on this story idea, because he was supposed to be in two other stories before it, which never got off the ground. Who knew that giving him a severe mental illness would end up being the perfect fit, and would make him into a person that seems as real to me as the people I see every day? I love him dearly, even though at this moment he’s a whiny, bitter (almost) thirteen-year-old emo person who hates everyone, self-injures, bribes his father for money, happens to be an arrogant academic genius, and who will shortly become a bisexual nymphomaniac who constantly agonizes over the fact that his unrequited love interest does not love him. Oh, and of course, the world revolves around him. And don’t you ever forget it. *rolls eyes* But I say all this with all the love in the world.
I’m ashamed of how long this introduction has become.
But yeah, that’s basically me in a nutshell. It’s all you really need to know to start getting to know me. I look forward to talking with all of you!
See you on the forums! [/FONT]
I’m a published poet, but I think it’s safe to say I much prefer writing novels and consider myself primarily a novelist. Over the past seven years, I’ve been writing novels off and on. I wrote my first novella at eleven, my first novel at thirteen. After that, I worked on several novel ideas that were all doomed to fail, each for different reasons, before finally settling on my current novel. You know how you go on a few bad dates, get into a few bad relationships, and then all of a sudden a few years down the line you’re in a good relationship, and soon enough you’re married quietly in a house in the suburbs with a green lawn and two dogs? Yeah. It’s kind of like that.
It happened exactly like this. After I gave up work on the last of my failed novels because it was a murder mystery and I had no ending, I guess I got a little depressed and went through writer’s block for about five months. I was also working in a small bookstore at this time (I now work in a big one). One night while I was working, about a year and three months ago, this haggard-looking woman came up to me with her husband and asked, in the most brutish tone, “Do you have any books on borderline personality disorder?” And I just looked at her for a few seconds, because at this time, I had no idea what that was and frantically asked myself if she was speaking Martian. Then I pulled it together and looked it up on the computer. Of course, being the mother of all tiny stores, we didn’t have anything, so I had to send her to the large bookstore across the street where I now work. Now may be a good time to mention I’ve always had a huge interest in abnormal psychology. So when I got home, I looked up this “borderline personality disorder” on Wikipedia. I read about it. And the rest is history.
My novel is a fat, double-spaced psychological drama kept in various duo-tangs and with the topic of my protagonist, who is diagnosed with BPD. The book covers fifteen years of his life. Its size is like nothing you’ve ever seen. I’m ashamed of how obese it is. And I’m only a third of the way done! God. Hopefully editing will help it lose a little weight. And by a little I mean like... an inch.
You may think I’m exaggerating. I’m not. Seriously. I can show you a picture of the brick stacked up next to my leg.
My novel is my life. I didn’t want it to end up like its predecessors, so I spent literally a month planning the whole thing in advance. As a result, I now have a 200-page binder of information on it (I do have a social life. I promise. ). This is the first novel I’ve planned even somewhat extensively (read: at all), and I’m so glad I did. I’ve been working on it a little over a year and a month now.
As well as my novel being my life, or probably even more so, my character is my baby. I created my character about five months before I started working on this story idea, because he was supposed to be in two other stories before it, which never got off the ground. Who knew that giving him a severe mental illness would end up being the perfect fit, and would make him into a person that seems as real to me as the people I see every day? I love him dearly, even though at this moment he’s a whiny, bitter (almost) thirteen-year-old emo person who hates everyone, self-injures, bribes his father for money, happens to be an arrogant academic genius, and who will shortly become a bisexual nymphomaniac who constantly agonizes over the fact that his unrequited love interest does not love him. Oh, and of course, the world revolves around him. And don’t you ever forget it. *rolls eyes* But I say all this with all the love in the world.
I’m ashamed of how long this introduction has become.
But yeah, that’s basically me in a nutshell. It’s all you really need to know to start getting to know me. I look forward to talking with all of you!
See you on the forums! [/FONT]