"I guess it all comes down to a simple choice: Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'." -Andy Dufresne, The Shawshank Redemption Let me start by explaining the name. First and foremost, I am rather pale-skinned. I am also lactose intolerant, meaning I can't have anything with milk in it (such as white chocolate). On top of that, it's my girlfriend's favorite thing to eat. I don't mean anything offensive by it. I suggested it to my best friend (starwarsfreak117, who is the main reason I'm on this site to begin with), and he thought it was fitting. Anyway... I'm the kind of writer who can never be satisfied with anything I've done. I have to constantly go back and re-edit my stories to the point that I can't even keep going with them anymore. I'm also not all that much of a collaborator, but I'm hoping to work on fixing both of those problems with the stuff I post on this site. I am a chronic procrastinator. I take criticism much better than I take compliments, and I'm fully aware that I'm probably my own worst critic. I'm an odd blend of perfectionist and underachiever. I don't write all that consistently, but I take my time on the things I do put out there. Maybe a bit too much time in some cases. I can pretty much guarantee I won't be posting very frequently (it took me three months just to get around to signing up and a full year to post something), but I have had a few story ideas that could possibly be posted here when (and if) I can ever write them. When (and if) my schedule finally decides I can have time to myself again long enough to crank out a brief story or two and I'm not too exhausted to write what I'd like to write, I'll be sure to put something up, assuming it's any good (but I won't hold my breath). (On a more optimistic note, my best friend and I are "working" (what a scary word) on a collaborative story about a new vision of the zombie apocolypse, which will take quite some time but hopefully will be worth it. I have just posted the first page of it, the first third of the first part of the extensive prologue. Now that it's officially up and running, hopefully I can get myself to work on it more consistently.) A few basic things about me: I am a Star Wars fanboy. A bigger fan of the galaxy far, far away I have never met, although I don't deny that he or she is probably out there somewhere. My best friend and I are both huge fans of Star Wars and Lord of the Rings, but we specialize, me more in Star Wars and him more in LotR (which is ironic, because he's the one with the profile name "starwarsfreak117"...). He tells me a lot of the stuff I write about (or some of the ideas I've told him I want to write about) are incredibly depressing, but I'll try to throw in some more optimistic stuff in with my posts. Serious and consistent grammatical mistakes irritate the crap out of me, so I'm probably going to avoid certain works by authors that can't spell or structure sentences to save their lives. I play PS3 when I have the time (which, sadly, I don't have very often nowadays), I love acting (I've been a part of a group called B.A.D., a small acting troupe, for about three years now), and I live on chips and taco sauce. That's pretty much me in a nutshell. Regardless of whether or not you like my writing, I apologize, either because it's no good or because there's not enough of it. And if you've made it this far, I also apologize that there's no climactic ending waiting for you at the end of this description. Just me rambling on about there being no climactic ending. Spoiler alert: It ends with me getting bored, saving my profile as it is, and walking away from the computer. And if you find that interesting and you're eagerly awaiting a sequel, there's something seriously wrong with you.