I am currently a creative writing major at Barnard College of Columbia University. I've yet to accomplish much...which is appropriate considering my age, and also disappointing considering Dakota Fanning.
I enjoy writing poems and stories from little ideas spawned on the subways of New York City--where people, at their most ordinary, are truly, truly strange.
I dabble in many subsections of the arts, as do many creatives; However, writing is my first-born child who babysits the rest of them.
Sometimes when I read a new work, be it from the classical canon or from the just-published shelf, I ponder the author's reincarnation. Am I Dostoevsky? Is E.L. James the reincarnation of Eliza Haywood? No. I usually end with the same realization that writers--nay, people--have been doing the same thing for centuries: making themselves seem important.