August 19: Right now, it's nearly three a.m., and I am feeling rather creative. I just got back, literally in the last three hours, from a trip to a certain city that features prominently in a certain story. Needless to say, it was more than enough inspiration and I'm getting back to writing again.
I also noticed that I may have to rewrite certain parts, of the new and old chapters, because of the simple reason that I didn't check my facts when writing. This will obviously take a little longer, but it's good: my muse, and I shall hereby name her Ida, has struck, and explains why it's now quarter to three in the morning, and I am still writing =)
April 23: Chapter 33 of Kaleidoscope posted.
Hi, I'm Steph (or Stephi, or anything along those lines so long as it isn't my full name). I'm currently 17 years young (as of today), and for the briefest of profiles, read the following:
Random four things about me
1. I have developed a strong obsession with drawing bunny rabbits (example: Farmer Bunny, complete with pitchfork, and Hippy Bunny, with beard and tie-dyed clothes).
2. I have an equally strong obsession with ice cream. Even in Arctic conditions, I have to have it.
3. I am extremely clumsy. Last count, I have fallen down the stairs three times, and broken about six appliances in the house (and as of Halloween night, that count has reached seven).
4. I am an insomniac (I feel perfectly cheerful, even though I haven't slept in two and a half days).
Stories Currently In Progress:
Kaleidoscope: drabble, on-going
Fragments, snippets of a soul. A soul that was lonely until it found its mate.
Two people, born into two different worlds.
Two people, that found each other.
~~~...:...~~~
New Perspectives: AU
Paris.
The most romantic city in the world. If only Lily had someone to share it with.
Well, she has her man-magnet friend Lia, but when that so-called friend is flirting with everyone with a Y-chromosome that pretty much takes up all of her free time, even the vibrancy of Paris can get a little... lonely.
But, they're not just here for leisure. Lily and Lia, both as up-and-coming Aurors, have a important mission to partake - to secure a truce and alliance with the French Ministry of Magic (who the Brits haven't exactly been getting on well with) and to take a handful of French Aurors back to Britain to train in the war against that blood-crazed (metaphorically speaking - well, not really) psycho, Lord Voldemort.
Lily maintains that because she has work to do, she doesn't have time for leisure. She's such a workaholic, in Lia's words, it doesn't matter that she can't enjoy herself anyway. Until one day... one day, when she is forced by Lia to join her on the Eiffel Tower, she meets a man. A man that teaches her how to live, how to let go, how to have fun, how to remember the things she's forgotten were like. A man that shows her that the true meaning of life lies not in her work, but in the way she chooses how to live. A man that she ends up falling, far too deep, for.
Now, if only she could tell him who she really was...
But sometimes, things aren't quite what they seem.
Other stories:
Left-Handed Spiral-Bound Notebooks: will be updated as soon as New Perspectives is finished, and I find a faint bit of amusement in my decidedly unfunny life (as of March 2008, anyway).
Emotions: Ah. The beauty of this is that I add to it whenever I feel particularly inspired. At the moment, I do not, so it may be a little longer. Kaleidoscope is my shorter and more creatively licensed version of this, so I find it more fun to write that right now.
The Idiocy Of Some People: Truthfully, this story has no direction, and is quite frankly pointless without that (at least in my opinion), so it is most certainly discontinued. I won't be so mean as to delete it, however. But I do have to leave you all on a cliffhanger - although now you can all imagine whatever you want to happen next.
(And just a little note. Anything written before and including Philosophies Of Life just isn't worth reading. So try not to... pretty please?)
Browse, read and enjoy, my little cheesemuffins, because after all there are only so many hours of wakefulness in a day.
One last thing:
'Kids, don't buy drugs. Become a popstar and get them for free.' Bill Nighy, Love Actually
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