Most Adelaides I know are graceful and mentally stable. I don't know about myself, but my awkward rear end should not be trusted.

Do not be alarmed, I did not jump out the window of a dark and creepy mental asylum to start attacking pedestrians. No.

Matter of fact, I am a helpless romantic that daydreams about my characters, from bodyguards to sheikhs. That's a fraction of my weirdness, I'm in love with inexistent people.

The rest of my weirdness is too alarming to voice, so I'll just have to skip that.

If you want to read my writing, then I suggest that you should be legal or mature enough to do so. If you're not, then your parents are adventurous guardians like my parents were. Now they're just grumpy and slow. At forty something, those two are still the loves of my life, even though they blame their age for their slowness. How old was Sylvester Stallone in The Expandables again?

If at all some things in my writing aren't factual-like handsome generous warlords-then its completely and utterly my intention. I am writing fiction after all.

So if you've got something negative to say about my writing, Wattpad is a massive society, so I'm sure there's something more to your liking. Thank you.

Oh, and as far as Wattpad is concerned, I'm inexistent. There may or may not be an Adelaide Jack. I'm just here for the fun.

That's all pips, arriveder . . . something something.