She sat at the laptop, feeling out of her depth. A profile? What do people even want to know? She's obsessed with anything cupcakes? She sells shoes? She badly needs to sort her roots out? No, that kind of information must seem a little redundant on a writing website.

So, maybe some writing profiling? She started off writing fanfics about a1, a British/Norwegian band. She moved on to her own novel in 2006. She had a health scare in 2008, and got back to writing during her remission. She finally started rewriting her novel series in 2011, and is almost ready to send it out to whoever would take the risk on it. And in the meantime, she loves relaxing by writing Supernatural fanfics.

She looked over what she'd written. Did that seem enough? Should she mention that she's from England, and apologise when her Briticisms alter the characters? Should she share how much writing is a compulsion after she almost lost it all?

She decided not to doubt. She liked the fact that her profile read almost like a story in itself; it seemed fitting for such a hub of creativity. She smiled, a faint lift of the lips, as a result of the self-given reassurance. She never was one to go on the most-travelled path, after all. She hit save.