Mary-Annalee DiGiovanni
Member since Saturday, 9 August 2008
Country: United States

I am 20, ambitious, and my imagination runs constantly.

I'm in the midst of working on my novel, "A World Of Dreams", which is on its way to to being published soon, so I won't be visiting the site as frequently. However, feel free to drop me a line if you'd like to me take a look at some of your works, or if you have any questions or comments. I'll get back to you when I can, but times are busy.

I'm a tough critic and not easily pleased. I can be vicious, seem heartless, and probably make you cry, but I do it all in the interest of helping, and getting practice to become an editor one day. I can't even stand my own writing half the time, so you should never believe that I think I'm perfect. I am far far from it. Contrary to popular belief, "Tough critic" is not codeword for "Stuck-up Asshole". It's simply a matter of taste and expectancy that not all people are prepared to deal with. If you'd like real an honest feedback without having things sugar-coated, by all means, ask for it and I'll give it.

Music is my inspiration, as well as dreams, daydreams, and nature. If you want a taste of my world, I recommend listening to the music of David Arkenstone and taking long walks in the evening. It does wonders for the writing soul.

Happy reading and happy writing!

List of books

And to my surprise, I felt his tears. He was raping me...and he was crying. But why?
Drama
 
3
In place of his wife's musical laughter came the hungry cries of an infant. In place of her sweet scent came the smell of baby-powder and diapers. Teddy could hardly believe this was reality.
Drama
 
3
I've been a W.O.P. member since 2008 (though I think I did some creeping around a good while before then). These are my writing tips for anyone who is interested based on these years of observation.
Self-help
 
3
To the poor excuse for a man at 307 Pine who traded me in for a better model to suit selfish wishes: I could care less now whether your journey is smooth or you spin out and die in a head on collision
Poetry
 
2