Confessions of a teenaged mellymell.

I wrote this up raw on 750words this morning (my first visit there all month, which is just sad). I'm not sure if I might edit it and put it up on my writer's blog as well. It does contain somewhat pertinent information to my identity as a writer.

Oh, right. I have a writer's blog now and a pen name M.L. Hamilton (a combination of my first two initials and my mother's maiden name). I certainly hope I don't discover anymore hidden interests that might turn into major personal ventures, because I'm stretched pretty thin as far as alternate identities go.

Anyway, without further ado, if you ever wondered about my ponderings on what it means to me to be "well read" or what sort of English student I was as a 17-year-old...

( (*spoiler!* A terrible one.) )