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Young Writers Society


Sierra

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About Sierra

I was found floating in a cardboard box in the Hudson river as a baby. At three I harnessed the power of the evil laugh, and now have a huge army of evil chipmunks armed with toothpicks and tweezers at my disposal. Beware! Cross me and you will wake up one morning with plucked eyebrows and toothpick wounds.
I will love you forever if you get my custom title.


Interests

Writing (duh), using up all my Pandora hours in the last two days, acting, singing, more acting . . . procrastination (I'm a pro). Fretting about NaNoWriMo.


“Such nonsense!" declared Dr Greysteel. "Whoever heard of cats doing anything useful!" "Except for staring at one in a supercilious manner," said Strange. "That has a sort of moral usefulness, I suppose, in making one feel uncomfortable and encouraging sober reflection upon one's imperfections.”
— Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell