Mia?

My name's Raevyan, but if you're trully daring you can call me Captain :D Or Luisa.

I live in Scotland, (don't talk to me if you think that's an area in England) I'm half-Italian, and I have an uncanny weakness for poets, musicians, and artists. It goes hand-in-hand with my uncontainable love for poetry, music and art. The things we stay alive for. I'm twenty years old, and a hopeless romantic. I also record me and my best friend singing musicals then put them on YouTube to be abused. Contact me for the links!

Obviously I love to write, but I also love to draw. Check me out if you can be bothered; http:/// Vai! Vai!

I try to give contrustive criticism to writers here. Too many people simply leave comments about how great stories are without giving any real suggestions or opinions which could help a writer develop and grow. This is a pet hate of mine I'm afraid (that and horrible grammer) so I try to avoid it unless there really is nothing else at all to say about someone's story. I find that a fair, well thought out criticism is miles and miles more uplifting to writers than 'THAT WAS GREAT!1!111!' which is sadly what people tend to receive. And, sadly, what they seem to like. Bah.

I'm one of the world's biggest U2 fans. Some of what I write has some slight homage to them or if not then at least has a very faint delicate hint of the essance that is thier musical poetry. Ah, I do love them so..."Dream up the kind of world you want to live in, dream out loud, at high volume! That's we do for a living. Lucky bastards!"

I also love Spooksville. I could spend to the end of my days writing and re-writing stories dedicated to those spunky young heroes, but that wouldn't leave much time for...well, life, I suppose. And there's more to life than Spooksville, probably.

You wanna know more (why on earth would you??) go ahead and visit my homepage on bebo. Link above. Clicky clicky. Or message me and get me added on msn. Always keen to discuss books/films/books/plays/books/TV show etc...

Writing

The fictional character's I have created remain with me in the pockets of my mind where they sit all day and all night whispering their influences to me, inspiring me to dream out loud and reach new heights of excellence, but mostly they play cards. They like spider solitaire. And they like to tease me,mainly when I've been up for too long, and make me think that I've came up with an amazing idea but when is actually put to paper deflates like a sad week old balloon. Tricksy lil buggers.

My poems are results of everything and nothing. My stories come upon me when I tend to have no time to write them. : (

Inspiration comes when I don't want it, and usually gets in the way of what I should really be doing at that moment in time, be it making soup, writing a dangerously late essay, or sitting an exam...

Of course, every poet reading this knows how very difficult it is to abandon the small fragments of verse and ryhme that occasionally flit through out mind so elusively. (I think there's something buzzing there right now which means I shall have to abandon all this lest I lose it forever!) What a horrible thing that would be...

I'm a friendly sort, so if you want a chapter reviewed or help with a story then give me a buzz, I'm always happy to help (even says so on my badge at work). Also, I'm a nosey sort who likes to meet new people, so if you want to chat about about anything mentioned up above then do not hesitate to get in contact.

Words To Live And Die by...

Dream Out Loud, my friends. Aways, now and forever.

“Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible.”

- T.E Lawrence
(Lawrence of Arabia)