I'll start with the apology.  I am so sorry.  Like countless other enthusiastic young writers, I became involved in the fanfic community with no thought to how life would interfere, and posted several unfinished stories with the intent to finish them all 'someday'.  Someday has become so vague to me that I have to state now, officially, that I have ( Read more... )

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It's a massive project.  My first fanfiction (which is still a WIP) has a lot of raw potential--and has been sitting idle in ficwad and HPFandom for a couple months.  There's a lot I need to do with it to make it as good as it can be.  So...that's what I'm doing.  I've taken it down from HPFandom and I'm rewriting every chapter, expanding where I ( Read more... )

Are You Damned?

Valhalla

You will die a warrior and be spirited away by warbling wenches to the Hall of the Slain. Meat and mead for ever more, well until Ragnarok, anyway, when you will do battle with giants, giantesses, dwarfs, elves and Nidhug, a dragon who likes to nibble trees. Odin is great!


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I have an original story that I'm working on right now...it's been in the works for a few (read: several) months.  I love this story, it is my baby.  My characters are all fucked up slackers who can make a better latte or mixed drink than anyone's business, but they can't commit, finish school, or say an honest word to their parents.  Strangely ( Read more... )

Xander and Angel sat side by side on the couch watching the clock.  The numbers on the bright green face slipped by much faster than Xander would have liked-faster than Angel would have liked, too, he suspected, as the vampire grew progressively more still and tense as time passed.

Xander fidgeted nervously when the clock switched to five-forty ( Read more... )

Xander peeled away from the Magic Box, shouting reassurances over his shoulder to Willow out the open car window.

“I owe you, Wills!  Slave labor!  Spike’s all yours!  Me too!”

Willow’s reply was lost to the empty street, and Xander gunned the engine of his friend’s car with an urgency that took him by surprise.

Spike would walk into a ( Read more... )

“I need Angelus.”

Angel stopped in mid-stride as Spike’s voice, tearful and raspy with desperation, floated down the hall.  Not half-cynically, he wondered, What the Hell has my Childe been doing?  He stopped to listen.

The next speaker was Wesley.

“Spike, do you really think you’re welcome here?”

Cordelia followed swiftly on ( Read more... )

I think everyone's heard of the infamous account given by JK Rowling of her portrayal of a *gasp* real person as Gilderoy Lockhart in Chamber of Secrets.  An amusing tale, to be sure, and years old.  The guy didn't recognize his own hubris in print.  A caricature of a character.  Gotta admit, that's pretty clever, the way she did it.

But.  *And I ( Read more... )

Woo!  I think I'll go do this.  'Cause, you know, it sounds like way too much fun.

Your Hair Should Be Orange
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