FAIRY TALES. Do you believe in fairy tales? I do. I’ve always thought of myself as a fairy tale character that just got stuck in the strange, dark world of humans. Either that, or I’m an alien that got stranded on Earth. 🙂

Anyway, back to fairy tales. I don’t see myself as a Cinderella-like fairytale princess. I’m more like those chubby, light-headed girls waiting for a flying boy or a white rabbit, or a wardrobe – portal to take me to a magical place. The only difference between me and them is that I would never choose the flying boy-who-never-grows-old over the dashing pirate captain – I’m smarter than that. LOL 😉

Whether it’s off to Neverland, Narnia, or Middle Earth, (yeah I think elves are as hot as pirates!) doesn’t really matter to me as long as I get to interact with magical creatures and I get to be a hero and fight monsters or fly around on dragons and live to tell the tale!

STORY TELLING. I’ve been a storyteller for as long as I can remember. As a child, my best friends were the characters of the stories I wrote, and the paper dolls I made up stories about. When I was not creating a world of my own, then I was revisiting the ones other Storytellers had created for me – my own, unpublished version of fan-fictions, if you will. The love of my life was the handsome, sandy-haired, hazel brown-eyed William (oh wait…was  I talking about Prince William???) , Eulea the Fairy was my bosom friend and while my classmates went as punks and cartoon-characters at costume parties, I was Peter Pan (yeah, the spoiled brat), Princess Kneesaa (from Ewoks), you get the picture.

When I was little, it was easy to imagine I actually lived in Neverland, or some other magical place full of surprises. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same now. I grew up and, as my friends so well put it, you don’t want to do that. At 20+, my being sure that I should live in the middle of the woods, surrounded by fairies and gnomes and pirates (pirates!) doesn’t make me interesting or special, it only makes me incredibly weird. Not that I mind being called weird or eccentric. After all, geniuses can’t be geniuses without the crazy. 🙂

GROWING UP & MOVING ON. Now, in a little more than a week, I’m going to move to Los Angeles. I’m told I was to share a room with 2 more girls and that I have this bedroom with a pink wall, a bed, a wardrobe and a desk, and I’ll have to decorate it (well, if I want to and I want to). I’m currently printing drawings and photos of fairytale characters and fairies and stuff, and I can already hear the whispers my future roommates will exchange when they see them on my walls. But I don’t really care. For the first time in my life, I will really have the opportunity to create my own space, and I’m not going to pass this chance up, or the fairy tale character in me will get pretty upset. Trust me, you don’t want that to happen.