The {Whimsical} Fan-Fiction Writer
xxxxxx.///ANGYALKA CZIGANYxxxxxx/// NINTEENxxxxxx/// ANGYxxxxxx/// FEMALE
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- ㊝A blurb,sure,I love blurbs! I write blurbs all the time! It's what I do, what I know how to do.Sure I've taken martial arts courses along with the sporadic dance course or two, it comes with being the daughter of a fairly well known doctor. I've lived a comfortable life, but that's not important now, why would you wish to know that? Silly people are silly. I suppose I should begin with my name first, mother always said that the key to anything is a proper introduction. -clears her throat- Well then, my name is Angyalka Czigany. Too much for you to swallow? Well then just call me Angy most everyone else does, why shouldn't you? Oh but I would LOVE for someone, perhaps that 'special' someone to call me for my real name, to think it beautiful and not an annoyance or difficult to pronounce, but -sighs-...oh well, what can you do about it? I have thoughts, SO many thoughts streaming through my mind, how did they start you ask? Well that's a wonderful question to ask! It all began when my mother got ill, we moved to the States, my mother, father and three younger siblings and I, from where you might ask? Oh, I'm sure you can figure it out, after all a good story is never complete with out a few unknown factors along the way. We moved there for the promise of a better medical field, that and my father's pay was substantially better, how much better? Tsk tsk, I won't tell you. It was during the many visits to my mother in the hospital that I was re-introduced to It. Dragon Ball Z, oh what a wonderful moment it was. The fights the plots, and my mother's laughter when I would become so disappointed when the episode would end. Why must Americans split the series up so? It's simply aggravating and unbelievable! At first I dreaded the seemingly never ending lapses between each show, between each season and amongst schooling and extracurricular activity I was still wanting, still needing those shows. It became more of a need when my mother passed on. My father, heartbroken had shut down,closed himself off to everything besides his work, and I felt the need to nurture my one younger brother and two younger sisters.I would find that show as my savior, how they would continue on even in the darkest of times (though it still irked me of the separation of seasons) and then it began, those thoughts. I begun to write, unknowing where it came from but that's what I did in my spare time. It kept me going through school, keeping me to tend to my siblings, and even to break my father's shell. It helped me find the friends that I have now, to even help one who was in the hospital, it was then that I realized I had a purpose. I write my stories not just because I like to, but to bring that salvation that it once brought me.
