I was on the old TYWC site way long time ago (like 5 years ago), so I'm interested in it's newest incarnation!
I'm a freshman at Macalester College in St. Paul, MN. Originally from Wisconsin.
I write what I can when I have time. Recently I've been writing things I need to . . . like papers, lyrics, poetry, and scripts. But I do enjoy writing.
"A good plot is like a dream.If you dont write down your dream on paper the moment you wake up,the chances are you'll forget it and it'll be gone forever"-Roald Dalh.
Yes, I am crazy *and* blonde [which is odd, cause no one ever associates craziness with blonde... ].
I like long walks on the beach, watching sunsets paint the evening sky, and waking up before noon on weekends only when the apocalypse rolls around.
My writing usually consists of me starting something in the middle of the night, writing until I pass out from exhaustion, picking it up a few days later, and saying "What the heck was I thinking?!?!?!" [needless to say i never really finish things...but i have about five notebooks full of beginnnings!]
Hey everyone welcome to the family of YWS. I'm Max you can call me Max or Chelsea I really don't care. But I just wanted to post again to say welcome and I hope you have a great time on YWS. If you need any help you can always PM me or check out my profile. I'll crit anything when your ready and I'll be at your service for anything. We all hope you have a great time on YWS.
-Maximum Chelsea
We're meant to be one
I know we are...
If I am the Sky
Then you are my star... ™
Hello there all. My name is Shannon, and I've come here because I really think that journalism is what I want to do with my life, and I think that by participating here and writing more often I would become a step closer to that dream. Feel free to say hello--and good luck to all of you!
"The manatee has become the mento." -Tracy Jordan
"Live every week like it's shark week." -Tracy Jordan
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He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart