I am not always a careful, timely, detail-oriented or on-the-ball human being. lavinialavender
can tell you that I get distracted, and the best way to actually get me to do something (say, read excellent fanfic) is to gently remind OVER AND OVER again. Yes, nagging. Works really well.
To that end, I write myself lists. Hopefully I can get through everything in this post that I had written down. Life-and-Fandom Update!
--HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! Yes, this is hideously late, but I have the excellent excuse that I was in Japan. Yes, there were Internets in Japan, but also excellent Real Life folk to interact with and NOODLES so many noodles. I’m not a huge fan of seaweed or red bean paste, but friends (and speaking English, OMG, yay!) are always wonderful.
--FREAK CAMP ROCKS! And the first three Chapters are available here
and getting a REALY awesome response. Lavinia and I knew that this story rocked (no false modesty here, man, especially as it’s currently my favorite romancy novel of all time, and I’m WRITING it, which seems wrong on some level) but it has ROCKED OUR WORLD to have other people agree and squee and generally be happy about our SPN AU monster.
--Because it’s so awesome, Freak Camp gets TWO notes, but it has also been NOMINATED for best AU and best darkfic at wicked_awards
. NOMINATED FOR AMAZING. I may die in delight. The only thing keeping me from death here is that if I go, Lavinia will probably die from the shock and sadness, and then Monster By Any Other Name will probably not get finished, and that would be hideously sad. Yay!
--Aaaaand, wrote another SPN fic in the Dee universe here
. Though to say that I “wrote” it seems to imply that I cranked it out last night, when really it was hanging around in my “You’re almost done with this fic” pile, I added two paragraphs, sent it to Lavinia and am DONE. It’s good (though rather disturbingly hard) to write something that is not about Freak Camp.
--Though I have been writing original stuff! Like, today, Kev started getting more back story. Poor kid, I have a feeling that something horrible is going to happen by the end of this story I started scribbling today. Something more specifically horrible than the anticipated death of his mother and the realization that his father is a complete sociopath. Hmmm. Not sure what yet.
I’m currently in love with copperbadge
story. I love his writing, loved the original story that this story is evolving out of (maybe kinda stole it and put it in Word documents on my computer. Maybe.). Love it.
Hmmm, this post got longer than expected, and spawned itself, and generally did crazy things. But that’s okay. I do tend to ramble. And that list is done! Off to another…