Hey there, HHH1 here. If you happen to be reading this, then you will learn absolutely nothing about me. That statement was false. Or was it true? Hard to say these days.

I live in the US of A. I also live on Earth. And in the universe. I live in a lot of places. It's fun.

I'm young. I'm old. I'm middling. Hard to really tell anymore. At this point, I just say "I'm alive" and leave it at that. So I'm alive. And that's all you'll know. 'Cause that's all I know.

I don't really write that much. Usually I'll review any stories I take a liking to. My favorites will show up in the part that says "favorite stories" (go figure). You should check those out. They're awesome. (Or whatever derivative of the word you like to use)

That's all for now folks! Hope to see you soon.

...Come back at your own risk. I may or may not bite. (I usually don't)

Food For Thought

-Don't you just love it when things get deep? I sure do. This section holds any of my ramblings and occasional quotes that may or may not provide you a new view on life. If this ends up getting too long, I might consider turning this into a story so I can dump my thoughts without clogging up my profile page.

"When the words flow free, they flow so sweet." -HHH1 (Hey look! I can make quotes that sound kind of deep.)

-Think about it. Why write something you don't want to write? I've written countless essays, and with most of them I hated every moment of it. The words that were coming out of my head onto the paper were probably "good" (I like to think that even when I hate doing something, I still do it to the best of my abilities), but they weren't the words I wanted to use, and I definitely wasn't allowed to use them in the ways I wanted to. That's why I always say that stories and essays are two completely different beasts. I can get away with a lot in my stories that would get picked to pieces on an essay. That's also why I will always prefer writing a story over writing an essay. The words that flow onto the paper are the words I want to use, and there aren't any rules restricting how I use them (beyond some basic universal rules of good writing, but I digress).

-More importantly, however, I get to write about something I actually want to write about. How often do you get the urge to write about how the Industrial Revolution affected the world at large? If you say anything other than "never", then (I'm sorry, I'm not usually one to go about judging like this, but I'm trying to make a point so bear with me) there's something very wrong with you. Whenever something is telling me what I have to write about, it is one of the most infuriating things I have to deal with, because it isn't making me happy in the slightest with my writing. Hell, sometimes, I'm hard pressed to really call it "my" writing, because I hate it so much. Whenever I'm allowed to make a story from scratch, with the skies being the limit, then I really get to start putting myself into the words I'm writing on the paper. When that happens, I will always put my name to it. Even if it's objectively the worst piece of crap my mind's ever vomited out, I would still go around telling everyone "Hey, I wrote that.". Why? Because I trust myself enough to think that whenever I put my mind to something, I do it with everything I have, and that is never something to be ashamed of.

-So for the short version, all I'm saying is that whenever you write something, it shouldn't be coming from some place that's not you. When those words are flowing from your head to the paper (or, for the more technologically inclined among us, the computer), they should be coming from YOU, and only YOU. If that's not the case, then why in the name of *insert chosen deity or lack thereof here* are you even writing it? What's the point? I'm gonna tell you now that there isn't one. You're just putting out words that aren't yours. They're not flowing free, and they're sure as (again, I'm not normally this coarse, but please bear with me) hell not flowing as sweet as they can be.

Written: 1/28/16

"We all go through Hell so we can earn our place in Heaven." -HHH1 (Any resemblance to other quotes is purely coincidental)

-Don't we? Can anyone honestly say that life was a breeze for them? Anyone that does is either deluding themselves or hasn't lived long enough yet. Hate to put it this bluntly, but life isn't exactly a fair mistress. Sometimes she throws you through the ringer, and sometimes she gives you the best experience you'll ever have. She's fickle like that. Then again, if life really was easy, what point is there in living it? You need dark to appreciate light. You need sadness to make happiness all the sweeter. You need to go through Hell to get to Heaven. Just a thought for you, don't pay it too much mind.

Written: 2/24/16

Updating (1/23/16): I've just published the start of a new story. Go check it out if you want. If you do, you'd be doing me a great favor by reviewing. Thanks.

-HHH1