I'm one of those people who can blab about anything except themselves. I'd like to say that I have a gift for English (which I do and am in the top class and one of the top five in that class) but that's different from a gift for writing (I can dissect the Great Gatsby and I wish I could imitate the style but I can't).

I admit that I have some bad qualities; like being too impulsive, self centred and proud but I'm very honest (and tactless) and I feel that makes up for a lot. I'm also self confident and ambitious. I can handle criticism fairly well; there's a vast improvement to how I used to handle it. But now I've grown a thicker skin and I do honestly understand how important other people's input is. It's funny to note that the most annoying reviews for me (now) are the ones that praise me in one or two lines with nothing else.

I hope to do something literary related when I grow up; perhaps an author, publisher, English professor, journalist, etc. I'm sixteen years old and live in Australia and I love Law and Order but I hate that new cop with the mustache.