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So apparently, I haven't touched this in three years. Wow. It was interesting to look at my old profile. The only thing that hasn't changed is my name.

Three years is a long time. I've graduated from high school. I've gotten a job. My computer has crashed at least four times. Good news is that anything I ever wrote was in an external hard drive. Bad news is that I was only borrowing it from a "friend" and he decided to be an asshole.

So here I am--a part-time cashier, full-time artist--in love with a muse I thought was lost. Using every minute of free time I have, I'm creating a pretty epic Inception fanfic. I fell in love with the story, as I'm sure a lot of artists have. Most of the time, I prefer living in the world inside my head: it's much more rewarding, accepting, and free. I've viewed it through a distorted veil called dreaming, but I would give anything to be able to consciously experience it.

For the first time, I'm using my two good friends as motivation for writing. This is good for a couple of reasons. Neither enjoy reading fanfiction at all, so the fact that they're both still interested in my story is a good sign. One is male, while the other female so hopefully, I can tailor my story to suit either sex. Also, I can't hide or ignore them when they bother me for more chapters, which is so easy to do when I post my fanfics online. Not to say that I don't enjoy feedback (I really, really do), but comments saying that I'm updating too slow puts too much pressure on me. Pressure makes my muse run away and leave me high and dry, and that's the last thing I want.

To avoid the pressure situation, I'm going to write a ton of buffer chapters before I start posting. The chapters are "bookwise: too short" according to my one friend, and "not ridiculous" says my cryptic friend. So take that as you will.

When I deeply care about a story, it doesn't ever feel like work; it feels like discovery. Everything I've written so far feels like it actually happened. When big things occur in the story, my heart races as I write. It feels like I'm right along side the readers, like I'm watching something unfold as it happens. I hope you feel the same when you read it.

If you're still with me, I really do appreciate you taking the time to read this. If you tl;dr, I completely understand why, but I hope you don't treat my fanfic with the same inconsideration.

Hello, stranger. My name is Kat. Let's get to know each other a little bit. For those who don't care, I won't bore you. I'm just a girl who likes to write, and I guess that's all you need to know. But for those who do care, who knows? Maybe we have something in common.

I love reading. The best part, to me, is seeing it all happen inside my head. That being said, I don't particularly enjoy movies. Books are much more enjoyable and last longer than two hours.

I love creating. I'm a jack of all trades when it comes to my creative side. I've done cosplay, taken photography, and draw digitally on photoshop (all of which can be found on my deviantART accound, Sandstorm626). I've dabbled in writing, cooking, fan movies (YouTube: catostrophic626), and even game design. Creativity gets me through the week. I look forward to coming home from work at midnight and writing until five am with just a laptop and a cup of lotus tea for company.

I love playing video games. I have an xbox 360 and play for hours on end, some nights. Shooters, RPGs, and fantasy/scifi are some my favorites. I like to disconnect from the world and zone out. A fun thing to try is to play a video game for about an hour, then notice your fingers. It's sort of amazing when you realize how complex and precise your movements are when you handle a controller. Don't believe me? Try teaching someone to play a game and watch their hands. It's the same as watching someone type with one finger: completely and utterly frustrating.

Well, that's me in a nutshell. Now, don't you have something you should be reading?

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