There is a small blond child tinkering on the floor with a pair of scissors and a Hercules coloring book. Each picture is colored to the child's approval, never a single stroke limited by the lines of black. Suddenly she looks up with large green eyes, imploring you to say something, explain why you're standing there.

Well?

It's been awhile since I've swam in the ol' fishbowl, but I decided to come back for a little fun. Currently, I'm working on an assortment of fandoms off-site, but I've only posted one fic here. I doubt anyone would remember my old incarnations, but my latest was 'Rosemary's Granddaughter'.

I don't have an unlimited amount of time, so I can not promise anything resembling regular updates. I might be on the ball and have this story finished in a matter of weeks or life could saunter through spectacularly disturbing everything for the next six months. I'm a second year college student, but I am not an English major. Writing is purely a hobby, but I am always open to constructive criticism.

If you have any questions, feel free to drop me an email.

- Miss Griff -