My name is ivy, and as the title of this thread suggests, I pretend to like T.S. Eliot, though secretly, I don't really understand most of what he writes. Except the part where he says, "I have measured out my life with coffee spoons." I understand that. Now, Robert Frost and Billy Collins, I can really sink my teeth into. (Not literally, you know: that would be sort of...unhinged.) I also like the old romantics: Yeats, Keats, Tennyson, Shakespeare. I know that's nothing profound, or probably very interesting, and at one time that might have bothered me. Now, however, I am Of An Age where I've learned to be happy with who I am. My writing is less angsty, my life more tranquil. I love being in my late 30's. Speaking of writing, I dabble in poetry and short stories, but my real love is novel-writing. I've completed 3 novel-length manuscripts and am working on a fourth. Of the completed ones, one has been soundly rejected; the others, I wrote just for the fun of it. OK, I'll be honest...they were fan fiction. Don't throw anything at me. Writing fan fiction taught me a great deal about the writing process. I'm always trying to improve as a writer, and welcome constructive criticism. I've done a fair bit of peer editing (or "beta reading,") and like to give constructive suggestions as well. Like most of you here (I think,) I would love to be published, but wonder if I have "what it takes." I humbly look forward to what I can learn here.