Writing is my food; cereal is my dessert.

I rate confusedly, comment too often and critique without sense.

I love the term "bosom buddies" thus am on a search for a BB of my own...

The Turkey has led a fickle but notably dedicated life. When she was born, she thought that she might take on crawling as a profession. However, her interests changed and she began to walk, stumbling on the way as she learned the ropes of life.

Form there, it was writing on the walls; however, she was often stopped, rudely, when seen with crayon in pudgy hand.

From the occasional visual art piece, a phase of intense cheesecake making, bits of amateur songwriting, and the many, many halted trials of learning first piano, and then violin, and then cello (for one month, no less), she has finally settled down with playing the Chinese zither ("guzheng"), and most importantly, writing. Her stories may not be the gold of mankind, or the water in a high and dry desert - but she hopes that they might act as a cool drink of water – pleasurable, if not mind-blowing (unless you were really, really thirsty).