He or she who climbs highest risks falling, but sees more of the world than anyone else.

This is me.

My name is writerofbooks. Or Marvel, or Chelsea. Whichever you prefer.

I do what my name suggests. I write books. I have written books since I was eight. None of them have ever been finished, but you get my drift. I'm a novel writer; I don't really know how to write anything else. And I don't know how not to write.

I started this blog because... well, my old one didn't get updated a lot, I've moved on to other projects (whereas that one was focused mainly on just one), and I think my writing, as well as my approach to it, has matured a lot in the past several months. Plus I needed a new name.

Bit of background on me: I'm seventeen. I daydream a lot. I am snarky. I am obsessive-compulsive in a lot of ways. I read a lot. I have recently made myself get back into the rhythm of writing after a much too long hiatus. (This woman has a writing course called How to Think Sideways: Career Survival School for Writers that's gotten me back into the motions again, THANK GOD.)

Basically, I'm a normal person with Issues (who doesn't have some these days?) trying to get through Life (yes, the capitals are necessary). And I am a writer. Of books. I write all kinds of things, though my favorite genre is easily fantasy. I'm between projects right now (this How to Think Sideways course is a tentative step in the right direction, and I'm trying not to mess it up by doing too much at once), but I've got some things in the works: an urban fantasy set in futuristic New York city, a high fantasy quartet that I've decided to set aside for now, a contemporary fantasy, a contemporary novel (NOT fantasy) about an old man and a young boy, a dark fantasy with almost horror-ish undertones, a children's fantasy (if you could call it that - I have a penchant for angst and drama that I'm not quite sure fits into the children's fantasy genre), yet ANOTHER fantasy novel that I'm pretty excited about but which is remaining a secret for now, and a... really weird book about lemurs and a girl and a river and a boy. Because my subconscious is totally a ring-tailed lemur. No, I assure you, you don't want to know.

So, what this blog is going to be about.

Um.

Writing, to begin with. There's a reason it's called Writer of Books. Speaking of books, I might occasionally post my thoughts on things I read here, but I wouldn't count on it being too often. I'm not looking to be a book reviewer (though I am on goodreads, if anyone's interested). Above all, it'll be about writing, and probably a bit about observations I make in my daily life, too. Of these there are many, and few ever make it to paper. I think that should probably be changed. Though these observations will be personal, I'm not going to talk a whole lot about my personal life, otherwise. After all, who wants to hear me ramble about what I had for breakfast this morning and how my sister is sooooo annoying oh my gosh? Not to mention that there's not a whole lot of privacy here in cyberspace.

So. Expect: rambling (about writing, life observations, and the occasional book). Do NOT expect: personal information and useless facts about my everyday life that have no particular meaning whatsoever, and are boring.

Later.

- Marvel/Chelsea