Author has written 20 stories for Harry Potter, and Chronicles of Narnia.
Personal Update: *whistles slowly and looks around site* Well damn, has it been a hot minute since I've been back over here. (I'm going to conveniently ignore the fact that I occasionally still venture into a lot of archives that weren't my norm.) It has been a very gradual shift, but over the last several months I've been feeling the stirrings to write deep in my bones. I kind of want to explain my absence (it's really been probably over two years or so), but it could get incredibly long-winded. So, I'll keep it simple: life got in the way. I'm currently at this point in my life where I'm working full-time (8-5, and dear lord is that unpleasant) and rarely have a spare minute to spend. A lot of factors contribute to this; one of them is that I still live with my parents, so I don't want to spend hardly any time at home and so spend it out most nights.
But with all things in life, if you don't have time for them, you have to make the time for them. Which I think I am going to try to do. But if you, dear reader, are reading this, wondering why I haven't updated anything in an age and then suddenly see this update--please do not get your hopes up. It is too early to determine whether or not a full return to fanfiction is going to happen, since I have never really taken a break from writing, especially this long, since I began in elementary school. I believe I needed that time away from writing--it was so closely intertwined with a life I left behind, in a sense, roughly two years ago--and to escape the demands and guilt from not being able to update in a timely fashion (and oh goodness does that haunt me still!) and now I'm feeling that it's been enough.
It's going to be a rough transition back, and that's if I make it. I'll appreciate your support throughout as I always have, and I hope I haven't disappointed you too much with this very, very long hiatus. Feel free to PM me and I'll try to get back to you as soon as I can. :) -- 3:42 a.m., Tuesday, September 4, 2012.
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A Matter of Discourse: Really, Ginny Weasley should have known there'd be trouble with Draco Malfoy's son. It was inevitable. As was the destruction of her brand new name plaque, flying at the elder Malfoy's head. It was just a slip of the fingers. Honest. DG.
Quote of the Moment:
“So, to begin: what do you believe went wrong with your previous conference? Mr. Malfoy can answer first, and then you, Ginny,” Penelope instructed.
“Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?” Malfoy asked with a charming smile in Penelope’s direction, who merely continued to look coolly interested. “There once were two poor redheads who had the absolutely brilliant idea of procreating—"
“Mr. Malfoy,” Penelope interrupted sharply, sparing a quelling glance at Ginny, who looked like she was sporting a new make-up under the name of Apoplectic Alizarin. “I’d appreciate it if you answered the question maturely.”
“That’ll be hard for him,” Ginny informed Penelope with an angelic smile.
Broken Mirrors: Sometimes Ginny just wanted to break mirrors just so it'd be certain to live for another seven years. She wondered if seeing her face splinter like Draco's mind already had would be worth it. DG.
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Quote of the Moment:
She could smell him, leaning over her shoulder and casually twining his wand in her hair. He smelled like fresh copper, musky salt, and soured sweat. She knew what that meant: blood, sex, and fear.
Ginny jerked forward, half twisting away from him and pointing her wand directly at him. Malfoy lounged against the back of the loveseat, splattered in crimson and leaving bits of someone else whenever he touched anything. He had replaced his wand to wherever he'd drawn it, those lazy grey eyes settling on her like he was observing a particularly well trained mouse.
Catharsis: Exposure to the other inevitably leads to destruction, but they don't care. It was always more fun to play with the resulting pieces, anyway. A pastiche of two people locked together in kismet. PT.
Quote of the Moment:
She spun, feeling the arms of the wind keeping her balanced and eyes making love to the stars, and then—she struck him. Like two fallen stars colliding, she struck him and felt an explosion of feeling that rocketed through her like a pulse. Pansy broke her gaze with the stars, eyelashes fluttering down to indicate her change in focus to the slimly muscled arms that anchored her securely.
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