...hush now; let me speak...
And sometimes there are days when all you can feel is that pain-filled urge to fly and fall, and all you can think is "If only I could make the world fly and fall with my brain; if only I could win my own game, always."
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Yes, I know, I'm only doing this for fun and getting a degree in neuropsychology would be like the DREAM and shit, but when else am I going to be able to write a thesis on a comic/cartoon character and share it with a bunch of other fanfic-writing geek-nerds who range in age from teenager to grandparent while not giving a fuck about age and bonding ( Read more... )

Okay. Wait. I had the partial seizure inside the Autistic meltdown yesterday afternoon, right? The resulting lack of verbal speech, inability to eat solid food, hemiplegic muscle spasticity, dyspraxia, brain fog, and reverting back to child mind lasted just under six hours. Right? So it would make sense that something lingers ( Read more... )

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*quirk face*
It is possible I out-wrote myself. Over-wrote myself? Overdid the writing? Right, that. Chapter Twenty remains only a few hundred words. I pout. Come on, brain. This is just a little fanfiction. It's a healthy, growing 61K+ fanfiction that needs at least five more chapters. You can do this.
I should get lunch. Also a doughnut.

"Hey, does anyone remember this amazing story from like years ago, Cold Fire by Joanna Capello, whatever happened to that?" -Ninja Turtle fans on the internet ( Read more... )

Guys, I have no idea where to go with this. I recall writing it at the end of college, so between 2000-2001. I think the last time I added anything was 2012. I might just cannibalize it for the autistic Fae novel.

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Soooo.
In my private autism support forum, I described one of my novels. And three professional book editors popped up to express interest in reading it.
*clears throat*
*takes breath*
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAAAAAAAAAA.
'kay, I'm cool.

Time to keep working.

The Brave Ones

What price we pay
What cost innocence
What graves we dig
To bury ourselves.
What world is this
Just outside
Touch forbidden
Unforgiven.
Bury me not in the shroud of your tears
But in the soothing soil of your soul
Where I am withered
Only to heal
In the night
At the price
Of my innocence.

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