In which I cough from all the dust that accumulated on my LJ
Hello, internetz!
So I hadn't realized quite how AWOL I'd been until I saw that it was freaking November (whoops!), but in the interim there have been many exciting happenings at Chez Shea!: New city, new apartment, new job for me, new job for the spouse, new friends, new co-workers, new... well, new everything, really, which is nice - but a little overwhelming.
As I was telling pushplaytobeginearlier today, this is my seventh new place of residence in the last eight years, and I've been feeling a little... I don't even know. I'm not homesick, exactly, because there's not a specific location I'm missing, but I'm guess I'm just feeling a little... rootless? My parents moved several years ago to a state I'd never been to, and I've only visited them there about ten times in the last three or four years, so that certainly doesn't feel like home. My close friends are mostly scattered, location-wise (but my best friend now lives two blocks away from me, so that alone makes the move seem worth it.) And I know Philly WILL feel like home; I think I just need to give it time.
I'm also dealing with some slight weirdness - even though I put absolutely NO personal info on my twitter, which is fandom only, a few random facebook people (old high school friends mostly) started following me. I guess somehow my facebook account and my twitter account are linked? I blocked most of them, but it's just... hard, because I am an open person and I haven't really take any special steps to conceal my identity. I think most people that read my stuff know the basics: My name is Caroline, I'm in my twenties, I'm a teacher, I'm married, I have a cat, I'm a red-head, I'm super-short, I live in Philly... and I love to read and write both original fiction and fanfiction, some of which, yes, is pornographic. *shrugs* I don't even think I'd mind going more specific than that if people were curious.
And at the end of the day, maybe it really doesn't matter. My parents are total technophobes and don't have internet access - and even if they did somehow find out, I don't think for a second that they'd stop loving me. My husband thinks it's an adorable form of escapism and stress relief and is completely supportive. My close friends all know I write fanfiction, and although I'm sure they think it's odd, they're also very supportive. And considering we're only just learning the letter 'F' this week, I highly doubt my kindergarteners are going to be surfing the web looking for Glee fanfiction.
As for the actual writing? Dude, I have been SO blocked. That hardly ever happens to me, but man. Words? How do you words?
The only thing that's not blocked is this depressingly angsty fic that A) is so depressing I probably shouldn't even let it out in public and B) doesn't contain much Klaine. It's a series of five ficlets, only one of which is Kurt/Blaine - although one of them is Sebastian/Karofsky and I think it might actually be the first Sebastian/Karofsky fic in the Glee fandom. (And OMG, if that's true, do I get to coin the portmanteau??) But anyway - depressing!fic should be up Sunday night. And then I think I have the faintest glimmers of an idea for a fluffy Klaine/Hudmel one-shot.
Uh - what else, what else? Well, I'm freaking LOVING Season 3 so far. And I would discuss my thoughts on 3.05, but I think I'd just spontaneously combust at this point, so I'll refrain.
And last but not least, I'm going to make a concerted effort to be more social online - as I said, I've been in a weird not-exactly-homesick funk, and I swear I'm actually going to try to, like, be around and comment and talk to the wonderful, amazing people I've met - assuming they still want to talk to me. Welp.)