minusoneday is written by
echochaser9 who is Lina, a twenty year old undergraduate university in the frigid barrenness that is the Midwestern United States. A horrible combination of an overachiever by breeding and an underachiever by heart, she spends her days beating her head against a proverbial brick wall and asking herself why she decided to over dedicate her life, yet continues to do it each day.
She maintains the fact that in a past life she was condemned as heretic or something equally worse (like raised up as a hero), and figures that maybe this life will repeat the others, but doesn’t really care if it does. She fancies herself a creative writer as hobby and a means of breaking free from the forced practice of writing an endless flow of papers for class. She found fan fiction on accident about four years ago, and she won’t say that it destroyed her ability to write originally, if anything it helped it.
Her body is currently placed on Wisconsin soil, her soul is in the mountains of Scotland and the sea that rages against that coast and her heart is in the hands of a boy she hasn’t yet met, just in case you were wondering.
This? Well, this is a work of love.
And love is a beautiful thing. Truly beautiful. She cherishes it and is doing it mostly for herself, and wants to share it, because she finds it stingy to keep art to oneself. It’s mean and nasty, and she doesn’t like playing Ebenezer Scrooge or Dorian Grey.
At least this week.
To everyone who reads this fic project, she dedicates this to you. Because it’s for everyone who has ever dreamt of something bigger than his or herself and thought it wouldn’t come. It’ll come. Sometimes you just have to wait for it.
It’s also dedicated to her maternal grandparents, James and Josephine, whose memory and story are the things that true love stories are made of and only happen once in a million times. Nicholas Sparks totally owes her family so much for The Notebook.
But love is worth more than money. Clearly.