I't been a really long time. Since I've updated this.

I've been focusing on My painting more So
go Check that Out


But I am trying to Start writing some more because I miss It way to much.


Please excuse the typos and gramma it's like 2:30 am and i'm about to snooze.


oh yeah P.S. I am still healthy and Have been that way since I finished my acupunture.

I know That I wasn't really coherent when I was sick ...soorry If yall had to guess what I was trying to say. >.< ... like right now. I'll go to bed I promise.

Well that's what I am supossed to be from now on. But we all know I probably won't

Yes it's true as of sunday I am now 18 a legal "adult" in my state. Yikes. Yay. Yerrp.

Thought I'd Put some of my art on DA but I really think IndieXchick13 is very childish (really I don't know what I was thinking. Probably writers block >.< ) So I have a new account
I won't update very offten there because most of my painting take time and right now I don't have a means of digital painting thats very efficient.

As for here... It's all pretty dead right now.
(i'm getting ready for college.)

but YOu might be happy to note that I haven't had a migrain in 5 months!!!!!!!!!! As aposed to every day before. And I'm healthy.

MY spelling still sucks So I'm sorry for that....

and if I don't hear from you again:

Wish you all the best most fufilling lifes



Sabina

haven't been on a whole bunch. probly won't be,

can't promise new work. but I am stil working on my book and a few other projects

Yay oh yeah! W00t!!!1 W00t!!!

It's about flippin time huh?

I almost wanted to post my book A pirates sea shanty on her just to prove I din't have a severe depressing verion of writers block,


Thank you O muses of all that is awesome


And thank yall for totally not giving up on me.






Here is the list of all of my writing I am curently working on:

A Pirates Sea Shanty:
book

Lighting the dark: ( barely though )
story on DA

Phoenix
not quiet sure yet

Ghost Story:
short story

DreamCatcher:
book hopefully

Confesions of Confusion
poem