Fashionspiration
15 years ago
Because I haven't emulated JKR nearly enough (what with using her characters and her world to create my own fiction), I'm going to follow her lead again and wish my characters a happy birthday. (Provided I actually remember, of course.) For the canon ones, I've naturally made up their birthdays if it's not given, so these are just when I like to think these guys were born.
And a very happy belated birthday to those Gryffies characters who've celebrated a birthday this school year:
- Tegan Llewellyn, September 7
- Scorpius Malfoy, September 22
- Arlie Shacklebolt, October 2
- Mattie Thomas, December 2
- Hugo Weasley, December 12
- Micah Horowitz, December 15
I also wanted to thank everyone who's given me their condolences. It's so kind of you and I never realized the extent to which you readers care about me. Your enthusiasm and wonderful reviews mean so much to me, and you've made a very difficult time that much easier to get through. I'm still trying to wake up from what feels like a very, very bad dream, and I've really found that writing is therapeutic for me.
Planning out stuff here.
1) We Gryffies --> 50+ chapters? Depends on if we get through 7th year, but I have plans for post-Hogwarts ;)
2) Saskia --> How badly I want to finish her tale! But my muse is gone and writing is painful, so between 10-15 chapters. Basically I want to cover marriage, pregnancy, birth, baby names, and epilogue.
3) Everything else --> Up in the air. I do want to finish The World Is Not Enough and Romula and Remus desperately, but I'm in what I like to call my "crisis phase", in which every aspect of my life is falling apart except my coxing (ergo athletic) career. I'm depressed a majority of my days, which is bad, especially since my uncle died because of a heart attack caused by depression. Or so the doctors say. But he was really, really depressed, and then he died, so I'm worried. And since my real life is crumbling to pieces, fanfic can't be my priority.
Oh, and the staff "hid" Life and Lies because of inappropriate content or something, but it's an irritatingly ambiguous section of the ToS. I respect the staff for running a safe and efficient site, but of course I'm not pleased. Then again, writing about a depressed Dumbledore probably doesn't help my own depression.
Heath Ledger died, and that set me over the edge. Sorry if I sound like a disjointed raving lunatic, but it's almost 2 AM. I went to my grandmother's funeral yesterday, drove to school this morning, went to classes, ate very little food, and did fanfic stuff from dinner 'til now. Everyone in my dorm is drunk and happy, but I just can't drop down to that level of self-absorbed bliss right now. I cry and I'm running out of tissues.
So this is Operation Chunky Monkey, how I'm going to finish my fanfiction "career". We Gryffies is the most likely one to be finished, and Saskia a close second. The other ones are unlikely to be finished, but maybe I'll hand them off to another author if the plot bunnies are good enough.
Thanks for everything, guys. I'm not leaving or anything...but I need to wrap things up. I'll be around for the next year or two.
Title is a quote by the wonderful Yogi Berra, whose intellect is truly dizzying.
I never really intended my imagination journal. to be this sombre*, but you can't always choose how your cookie crumbles. My grandmother passed away, and I'm just having a bad month.
There's been two deaths on my mum's* side of the family in a little over two weeks, and I kind of feel like Pink Floyd's 'Comfortably Numb'. I mean, my grandmother had Parkinson's Disease so it wasn't a shock or anything, but this is hard all the same. I was sort of named after her (her maiden name, at any rate), so now I'm the Reigning Kelly. I don't know if this is totally bizarre, but I can't help but think that we shared the same mitochondrial DNA, and now she's dead. Is that normal when your mum's* mum* dies?
So about fanfiction...eventually, I suppose. I want to start spring term (which is Wednesday...great timing!) with as few mental breakdowns as possible, and I really need to minimise** stress, so updates will probably be even worse. I'm really sorry, because lately I've been about as useful as a poopy-flavoured* lollipop, but you can't choose how your cookie crumbles. Sometimes you just take a bite of it and expect chocolate chips, but crack your tooth on a shard of radioactive metal.
*I like spelling things the British way.
**I don't really know if that's how the Britons spell it.
...the truth is I never left you!
Title and first line stolen from Andrew Lloyd Webber.
I haven't forgotten about you guys! I know I haven't updated in ages and have been slightly M.I.A., and I'm sorry about that. I'm currently on a training trip for crew and I'm exhausted and have very little free time, plus the internet is VERY spotty in the Floridian old people apartment complex where we're staying.
But but but, I'm about 2,000 words in to the tenth chapter of We Gryffies. To be fair, however, I'm shooting for over 8,000 words. I like the idea of long chapters because I'm able to take my time and add in lots of detail.
So hopefully Ch. 10 will be out by February or sometime during it. You might not find it action-packed, but I think you'll like it. It'll be interesting.
I know I haven't posted recently and that I probably seem like a lazy, good for nothing cotton-headed ninnymuggins, and to a degree that's true. But my grandma, who's had Parkinson's disease for almost as long as I've been alive, is in awful shape at a nursing home. We sort of expected her to go sometime after Christmas, since she's very weak physically and conversing with the other side. As in, chatting with the folks behind the veil. She'd spoken with a distant great-aunt of mine and knew she was dead before anyone told her, and the Virgin Mary wants her to cross over. So when my mom looked sort of fragile this morning, I thought my grandma died.
But my uncle did, last night. They think it was a heart attack (though he never had heart problems), but they have yet to perform the autopsy. I think he was sixty and had some health problems, but was fighting a losing battle with depression for the past few years. It's sort of been a huge shock to everyone, since we're all accepting that Grandma will inevitably go soon.
He's not my blood uncle (my mom's sister's husband), but he's the only aunt or uncle by marriage that's stuck around for as long as I've been alive. He didn't like children very much but he loved me and my brother, and I always saw him as this one constant in an ever-changing world.
The point is I don't know when I'm going to write again. I want to work on Ch. 13 of Life & Lies (even though 12 isn't even written), and you'll see why when I finally post everything. As you might imagine, I'm not in a We Gryffies or Saskia mood, so please be patient with those fics. But I figure those of you who read this blog are pretty hardcore readers who will totally understand, and I thank you. I will respond to reviews and get back into the saddle gradually and when I can.
I used to want the Cloak of Invisibility out of the Deathly Hallows, but I think I've changed my mind. I want the Resurrection Stone now. And not just because of Uncle Bill or Grandma, but too many people I'm close to have died in the past 7 years, especially the last 2.
Thanks, guys. It really means a lot that people like my stories.
I'm home for 5 days in a row! Which is the longest I'm in my home state all winter break. But I've been in a fog whenever I've tried to write recently (Rémy, my muse, has wandered off again), and I've tried to combat this writer's block as best I can. I've been relaxing and eating a lot (I have to get up to a certain weight for crew, I know it's weird), and today I played mud soccer with a few of the high school amigos.
Now, mud soccer is played in the mud (I don't mean to sound patronizing) with basically no rules. You have to hit the other team's recycling can to score, but you can from any angle, even behind. There are no boundaries to the field in mud soccer, and tackling is encouraged. I should also mention that I'm pathetic at contact sports (and mud soccer is absolutely a contact sport), so I was keeper (hey, the HP reference wasn't my idea for once!). I don't think you're supposed to tackle the goalkeeper in any sport, but I was tackled many times by my friend who's 6'8" and well over 200 lbs., and I lived to tell the tale. (I'm 5'3" and, well, not 200 lbs.) But I was a surprisingly good keeper (maybe I should change the name to gryffindorkeeper, eh?), letting in only 3 goals. w00t w00t. But of course my friend who I hate (it's a love-hate thing) tackled me whenever I let anything in, and he was on my team. (At least he's only 6'2".) Mud soccer is very rough.
So that's my story. Rowers (and coxswains) can play soccer too, only we make it slightly more interesting. I will return to writing as soon as I get all the mud out of my ears. Hopefully Rémy will take some time from his holiday in St Moritz and throw me a bone.
That's what she said! Ug, terrible, I know.
Post title stolen from Gilmore Girls.
It is with a heavy heart that I tell y'all that there might not be updates of anything until February. Now, I'm not saying that definitively, because miracles happen every day and I just might be able to squeeze an update in. But I'm only going to be home about nine days of my month-long winter break, and in my travels to New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Florida, Connecticut (again), Florida (again), Connecticut (third time!), I have no idea when I'll have internet, or even computer access. Plus I'll either be with my family or my rowing team, and both parties have no idea that I write fanfiction.
But Life & Lies is next up, and I will try to make the chapter unprecedentedly awesome. I am so sorry that the wait will be so long (in my heyday I could pop out chapters every three days). But, I need to be honest with you because you guys deserve that, and know that I will do my darnedest to update all my stories as fast as I can. (In this context, 'fast' means at a snail's pace.)
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