Galdour

Welcome to my humble little profile page!

My name is Galdour, the fan fiction writer, (in case you somehow managed to miss my name at the top left corner of this page above my picture), and I have been addicted to the blissful drug that is Girls' Generation for three, arguably four years now. I was first introduced to them by a friend, through the music video of Oh! At the time, I was still a foolish little brat so I dismissed them as girly and stupid in order to keep up the manly image I never held (I have later slapped myself for ever insulting the goddesses, so please don't show up under my window with pitchforks and torches). Later I searched up Oh! on the world wide web, and found SNSD. For a year and a half I listened to their music the way I listened to any other band, carelessly and indifferently.

It was not until I moved from Canada to the United States did my seed of love for Tiffany sprout and blossom into a ever lasting flower (although now that I think about it maybe a mushroom would make more sense). I fell in love with her the same way you fall asleep every night: slowly, then all at once. From that moment on, I was definitively addicted to her, and my addictions led me to Girls' Generation.

For months on end I savaged the internet, Youtube, Google, for any bit of SNSD related materials, from television shows to fan fictions (by then I had discovered Soshified). I still remember the nostalgic feeling of lying in the inflated mattress in my own little room at my mom's friend's house, watching Hello Baby SNSD for the fifth time, smiling like an absolute love sick idiot. In October of 2011, I was graced with the blessing of The Boys. I came home from school and locked myself inside my room with my iPad and my headphones, refreshing the Youtube search results as time approached 3:30 PM. The fascination I felt after watching The Boys for the first time was a feeling impossible to forget.

I started writing fan fiction after I read Stone Heart Hand Grenade, a story so emotionally demanding that I felt physical pain in my chest during some very impressively written chapters. My life's goal was to finish the story, and when I did, I was simply overwhelmed. The amount of drama and suffering and pain and love broke loose from the dam of my heart like a raging river and poured into my head. For days I could not think straight in classes and just walked around like a unfulfilled being, too in awe and too shaken by SHHG. In the end, I found no other way out but letting go of my withheld emotions. My first few works of writing were terrible, but readers were unbelievably supportive. After my third story, I faded away from the fan fiction section, too distracted by all the other aspects of life. For almost three years I remained out of the fan fiction section.

What changed me was a book called The Great Gatsby, you might have heard of it, just a little famous, and ridiculously well written. After finishing the story of Jay Gatsby, I felt like I have been ignoring my inner urge to write for long enough. I opened up a new account (this one), and swore to myself that I will write well composed pieces of literature this time, no more half-assed stories by a stupid boy.

So, that is my story.

Please give my stories a chance, and let them become a part of your life story.

Thank you, and right now, its Girls' Generation, forever, it will be Girls' Generation!

List of my works:

The Nature in Us. A story that seeks to explore the unpredictable, inexpiable forces of human nature, its influence upon our lives, and our ability to feel.