Steamy dreamy romance 

Who am I? Just a girl, who swoons for romance. When I was growing up, my Dad would look at me with a head-shaking grin, and sigh, "You're such a romantic." 
The moment I could print a sentence was the moment I began creative writing. Making up stories has filled my cup since I was very young. I’ve always written for myself; my own amusement, my own escape. I never considered anyone would read my musings. Much like a diary; the stories have been mine and mine alone.
My body of work grew and one day it occurred to me: If I enjoyed reading my own writing, would someone else enjoy it too? Could I possibly share the words I’d written with abandoned? 
That little spark of thought grew into a crackling fire. And here I sit. Telling you, about me. In the hopes you will decide to plunge into one of my stories. 
Honestly, I don't know. I don't know if you will like it. 
To the core of my heart, I sincerely hope you do. 
But the truth is I write for me. I write as if no one is going to read it. My secret fables. No one is going to judge it. No one is going to care.  
In doing so, I hope you find something raw and real and perfectly imperfect.