Look, It's a LJ!
And it will shortly be full of fanfiction!
I'm very excited about this. Fanfiction.net only goes so far before you find yourself bored to tears. Or wishing for a background that isn't white.
I'm an American who is closer to British, an avid writer, voracious reader, and obsessive speaker and people-watcher. Another blog? Just for fanfiction? With a pretty background? Why not, really?
Sherlock, Buffy, Stargates SG-1 and Atlantis will all appear here. Other things may too. I'm looking forward to the experience of writing some new stories for new fandoms, and reposting and re-learning to love some of the ones I've neglected for a while.
In case you were wondering, the title of the blog, "Over the hills and far away", is a reference from a poem by William Ernest Henley, who was a turn of the century English author, and one of my favorite poets on earth. His words are better than mine, and so with them I'll end this post, and start this blog:
WHERE forlorn sunsets flare and fade On desolate sea and lonely sand, Out of the silence and the shade What is the voice of strange command Calling you still, as friend calls friend With love that cannot brook delay, To rise and follow the ways that wend Over the hills and far away?
Hark in the city, street on street A roaring reach of death and life, Of vortices that clash and fleet And ruin in appointed strife, Hark to it calling, calling clear, Calling until you cannot stay From dearer things than your own most dear Over the hills and far away.
Out of the sound of the ebb-and-flow, Out of the sight of lamp and star, It calls you where the good winds blow, And the unchanging meadows are; From faded hopes and hopes agleam, It calls you, calls you night and day Beyond the dark into the dream Over the hills and far away.
I'm very excited about this. Fanfiction.net only goes so far before you find yourself bored to tears. Or wishing for a background that isn't white.
I'm an American who is closer to British, an avid writer, voracious reader, and obsessive speaker and people-watcher. Another blog? Just for fanfiction? With a pretty background? Why not, really?
Sherlock, Buffy, Stargates SG-1 and Atlantis will all appear here. Other things may too. I'm looking forward to the experience of writing some new stories for new fandoms, and reposting and re-learning to love some of the ones I've neglected for a while.
In case you were wondering, the title of the blog, "Over the hills and far away", is a reference from a poem by William Ernest Henley, who was a turn of the century English author, and one of my favorite poets on earth. His words are better than mine, and so with them I'll end this post, and start this blog:
WHERE forlorn sunsets flare and fade On desolate sea and lonely sand, Out of the silence and the shade What is the voice of strange command Calling you still, as friend calls friend With love that cannot brook delay, To rise and follow the ways that wend Over the hills and far away?
Hark in the city, street on street A roaring reach of death and life, Of vortices that clash and fleet And ruin in appointed strife, Hark to it calling, calling clear, Calling until you cannot stay From dearer things than your own most dear Over the hills and far away.
Out of the sound of the ebb-and-flow, Out of the sight of lamp and star, It calls you where the good winds blow, And the unchanging meadows are; From faded hopes and hopes agleam, It calls you, calls you night and day Beyond the dark into the dream Over the hills and far away.