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Young Writers Society


Via

About Via

I love blankets and making things. I love art and creative writing. I love horses. I'm a quote freak. Africa is amazing. I'm Czech. Traveling is great. I laugh out loud to AFV. Sweet tea is my drink of choice. I love the woods. Pictures are memories. I have more socks than any human being should have. Boys in girl pants do not turn me on. I dislike when people start sentences with "See,". I need family to survive. Ballet is boring. Disney movies are amazing. I'm an activist for all kinds of rights. Original interior design is an addiction. I want a ranch. I hate cold weather. I hate crocs and uggs. Technology hates me. I don't have an answering machine or caller ID. I hate the cell phone concept. I don't believe in religious conformity. It drives me nuts when people are late. Running is liberating. Painting is theraputic. People are complicated. The end.


Interests

Writing, Reading, Painting, Making things

Occupation

mom, payroll sergeant, secret writer

Website

http://cloudnineandcounting.blogspot.com/


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien