Bless my past self, that actually gathered places to which I might want to submit original fiction and put them in a document that was actually easy to find.

Hey folks (if any of y'all remain) how's it hanging? I am still alive (and hoping to be moreso).
( ALL THE THINGS...and plans/hopes for the future )

I'm probably channeling a bit too much torture and FC, because in conversation today, after reading one of lavinialavender 's older fics, we had a chat and this was my stream of consciounsess ramble side of the conversation (she was much more coherent):

....it's been a LONG time since I saw/thought about Hellsing, so I'm trying to figure out if I can figure out ( Read more... )

I have not been sleeping, and it is lavinialavender's fault. We have started a massive SPN darkfic, heavily influenced by a mutually read romance novel. We have spent about eight scene/stories messing the hell out of Sam's head (he's growing up in a monster concentration camp) and are now trying to put him back together again. It keeps me up to 3:30 a.m., even ( Read more... )

 This isn't quite anything yet. But what it is I like

( Days of frenetic activity bleed into long nights of empty eyes… )

 This is something I do when I can't sleep and somewhere, down deep where it's hard to look when it's not in poem or story form, I'm freaking out.

Sometimes it's my greatest fears, worst things that could ever happen, or things I would miss after the nuclear Apocalypse, things like that. Last night it was writing.

Each item is arranged from least to ( Read more... )

 Poems fall out of my head and dissolve like Jello.

Which is weird-speak for saying that after the weekend of amazing productivity (2 stories written, 2.5 stories edited, several things posted) my brain is burning out. I really want to finish my two Apo-verse fics but my brain is churning out poems. And poem fragments.

Poem:

( poem here )