So when I'm reading fic, but especially when I am reading a sex scene, the number one thing that ruins it for me is one tiny little typo. There are probably a hundred things that make it awkward for me, but the top of the list thing is seeing the word 'me' in dialogue when the writer meant to write 'my'. It just sounds so ... Scottish? Jamaican? ( Read more... )

Or so I hope desperately. I always have trouble with these silly little LJ cuts. I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do.

I wrote it, and I like it enough to post it, and that's all that counts for me.

Hope it pleases.

( Paint the Days Away )

First I present to you a piece I had written for Ms. Slater.

It's based on idea I have flirted with for quite some time. I think I like it.

I call it:

( The Jogger )

Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, I have been secretly plotting. And by plotting, I mean writing. And by secretly, I mean Mrs. Slater made me do it.

My Memoir, as it will appear in the Writer's Craft Anthology:

(I realize there are freaky tags. I can't make them go away. Damn them!)

( Getting There Is Half The Fun )

So anyways, Jessica is sick from being at rugby camp, so she was not at school today and I missed my normal Jessica interaction. And I promised I'd call her, and I never did.

I'm a terrible friend.

Had a weird fantasy today, involving stockboy-who-shall-not-be-named. It wasn't so much weird, as just ... yeah. Anyways, moving on. He's cute though...
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Okay. Mostly just because I was practicing writing in present tense.

Warning: Slash [sorta. a little.]

( Roses )

I wrote something! It's semi-slash. And newsies fandom. I feel so alone...

*shiver*

Title: none

Rating: PG

Pairing: something rare-ish

Genre: fluff?

( no title )

Okay, I am feeling rather bored-ish, and I just finished more of my current attempt at a novel, so I'm going to post the prologue up here. Just to get the hang of this cut thingy.

( Prologue )