Author has written 50 stories for Hunger Games, Misc. Books, Harry Potter, Twilight, Cats, Wicked, RENT, Rocky Horror, Avengers, Star Wars, Doctor Who, How to Train Your Dragon, and Book of Mormon.
"Well, we can't all come and go by bubble!"
"Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men, it is the music of a people who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!"
"That was bad and you should feel bad.''
"The worst pies in London!"
After one year, five months and a collection of days, I ended my cancerous relationship with YKW. I did it, not him. N you have no idea how elated I am right now.
I found a Pinterest board full of David Tennant. And him singing the Doctor Who theme with Captain Jack. And the Graham Norton show. Between squeaks, I've managed to form words. SEND HELP.
This is the facebook message I sent my mother when I saw the Doomsday episode of Doctor Who. Enjoy my tears, like you people of the internet often do. I'll also add on that she didn't care, and my friends didn't help me, yet this stranger I barely knew comforted me.
'So Rose and the Tenth like each other and they are stuck fighting both daleks and cybermen, which is really sucky to begin with. Then the gosh darned parallel universe gets involved and starts ripping holes in the universe. So in order to get rid of all of the daleks and cybermen, Ten and Rose open the portal to the void, where they were hiding, to get rid of them. Rose had declared that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Ten though, because she went on adventures. But she got sucked right through the portal. Then at the very end they get three minutes to talk to each other through a loophole, but no touch. So no hugs that make fanfiction happen. And it's terrible because Rose tells him that she loves him and she's crying and just pouring out her soul why Ten is trying so hard not to cry and just looks adorably sad like a puppy, and then he tries to tell her that he loves her too and the loophole closes and he never gets to finish it. That's the second time that happens in the entire season. Because the first time he decided she already knew and it was so sad but I didn't cry nearly as hard because it had a happy ending.'
I made a horrible mistake. It happened one night, when I was bored and unable to write well. I was perusing pinterest like the crazy, sometimes lonely person I am, note book right on my bed in case of an idea. Then a crazy thought popped in my head and I decided it was due time that I experienced Doctor Who. I say experience because I just watched the 2nd season finale and cried for an hour and a half. Even more than when Nine turned into Ten. I loved Nine. I loved Rose. I loved Rose/Ten. That's a ship right? It is now. I just don't think I'll ever be the same. In fact I'm trying to write for that right now. Should I be? No. No I really shouldn't. I'm so sorry. This summer I'll have some time, after music camp for three weeks (a week per instrument, duh). Well maybe at camp. I can't read Game of Thrones and practice harp the entire time. That's just illogical. Today I was told I need to watch Sherlock and Firefly and a series of shows that I'll probably never watch because I refuse. But YKW has it in his head that I will...Weirdo. If you have a pinterest and think it'd be cool to see what I pin all the time, which by the way is mostly shoes and superheroes and Star Wars, then follow me under the name Ninapants1998. Trust me, it makes sense. Maybe not to you fine folks, but to me at least. I have an obsession with adding 'pants' onto everything as a suffix. Also, I feel tricky and might write my next author's note in french. Or I'll write it right here. Je ne comprende pas. VOILA! FRENCH! I get told I'm ADD and therefore wouldn't make a good Sherlock at all, like the RDJ Sherlock from those really good movies. I think that's wrong, because he's a little ADD too. But my mom is playing Shakira really loudly which means I can't watch Doctor Who. Oh pooh. That's unfortunate. Also, I might be seeing Wicked again. Next year, but again! This is great news you guys!
And I might be going to Greece in 2015. But I'd rather go to Paris. They've got killer bookstores. CoughcoughShakespeareAndCompanyisgoingtobemine!coughcough.
Behold, ladies and gentlemen, a second update! My harp is in the mail, and is a harpsicle harp if anyone is interested. Just go Google it. YKW keeps giving me prompts. "I hate it when you're being professional."
Happy kind late New Years and Merry Christmas! just a quick flash by to let those who read this know what's in the near future. Childish Love will be worked on, I promise, and I'll work on some Star Wars. Maybe if we are lucky, I'll write something new. This progress will be slow though, as I have Provincials for Math at the end of this month, as well as choir concert, band concert, music festival, and my brothers Provincias. Sprinkle in some excessive piano/Sax/harp practicing, the church school I teach, Girl Guides and homework, and things might get really quiet around here. Do not fear- I will come back over time.
You'll never guess what I did today. I wrote the first chapter for Childish Love. It really is going to happen. Don't worry. I'll make you laugh and cry, as well as wonder if I should be committed to a mental asylum for mental abuse of others.
Don't eat me. I thought I'd pop in and blather on about something, maybe tell you guys a secret, or something. Like, how my personal life might be getting weird, how my little sister is 6 now, stuff like that. Or how I planned an entire fanfic out and I can't write it, for some reason. That Say Yes business? There isn't a follow up to that. Nope. Romantic tragedies are the way to go.