I am a writer.

Most of you may have seen that I am working on writing a novel. (If you haven't seen it, the link is that small orange box to the left.) I have attempted to write a story before. However, I was only 15 at the time, and my writing left much to be desired. It was also hand written, which was a pain, so I am excited to have found a website that I can publish my writing on for others to read.
There is not much for me to say about myself as a writer, so I will show you some of my writing. This is something I wrote on February 19, 2009 in my English class at San Bernardino Valley Community College. At the beginning of each class my teacher, Mark Henry, played us a song and asked us to write about the song or a related topic. I wish I could remember the title of the song we listened to on this day, but here is what I wrote.

         The street where I live appears quiet and calm. The wind blows softly through the trees, and the sun shines on the rooftops. There is not a lot of traffic, so the neighborhood kids can ride their bikes back and forth down the deserted road. That is my neighborhood during the day. Night time, however, is a different story. As the sun goes down a tension begins to build. Families retreat into their houses to finish the evening behind locked doors. The moon casts an eerie glow upon the ground, and the gentle breeze through the trees becomes a low moan. It is during this time that the evil creatures of the night begin their dark prowl. Eggs are thrown, windows are smashed, and hopes and dreams are crushed. These creatures would have remained invisible to me, if not for the window that was missing from my car when I woke up one morning.
-By Amy Ball

I find that I thoroughly enjoy writing in story form. I like to play with the descriptions, and see how vividly I can portray a certain idea or scene. Words make me happy. I want to write a short story just so I can incorporate the word "implode" into the plot. Maybe I will... :)