Well, what's to tell? I'm a psychiatry resident with way too much studying to do to be hip-deep in as many fandoms as I am. Ah, c'est la vie!

My fanfic reading habits range all over the place, from Twilight to Harry Potter to Battlestar Galactica to Jane Austen to...well, you get the picture. I'm also making incursions into the field of actually writing fanfiction instead of just reading it, which is still a rather frightening prospect for me. Feedback (of any kind) is appreciated, adored, worshipped, and/or ritually sacrificed-for. Not that I'm insecure or anything...

I also tend to develop sudden obsessions with unexpected fandoms. It's rather frustrating, really. Every time I tell myself, "Self, I won't get hooked into yet another community!", I just go right ahead and do it. Don't get me wrong, I've discovered some of my favorite stories that way. But it's still a bit of a bother at times. Another characteristic of these obsessions is their unpredictable length. Some of them last years, some less than a month. I can't explain why some survive longer than others. Blame my fickle psyche. Examples of these bouts of insanity include (but are certainly not limited to): Mal/River (Firefly), Jane Austen (particularly Persuasion), Pirates of the Caribbean, Mer/Der (Grey's Anatomy), Batman, Narnia, Lupin/Tonks (Harry Potter), and Robin Hood (the BBC series). See what I mean? There's little rhyme or reason to it. One particularly unusual semi-obsession has been Cedric/Hermione (Harry Potter). I stumbled into it quite by accident by way of an author who also writes Twilight fanfiction. The whole thing was a bit odd, as I barely knew about Twilight until last year. Of course, I read the first book and immediately became a devotee. I'm hoping this will be one of the longer-lasting ones. I adore the characters, and Edward and Bella's story is so beautiful it makes my heart hurt. (And yes, I was one of those people who actually liked Breaking Dawn. I make no apologies.)

I enjoy books of any kind, biking, hiking, New Age music, and intelligent conversation. I've been a fan of science fiction and fantasy ever since my Dad got me hooked on the original Star Trek series when I was eight. I've been a bookworm my entire life, and my sense of humor is a little too dry for most people. From my mother I inherited a low tolerance for continuous complaints without practical ideas for solutions. From my father I inherited an appreciation for satire, a photographic memory for useless trivia, and packrat proclivities.

Update (9/8/09): Okay, so I've been a member of this gloriously insane community for over four years. I haven't written nearly as much as I would've liked to, but the stories I've read... I discovered this site at the same time that I started medical school. I've graduated, and am now in training as a resident, but I still come here every day. I don't think it would be exaggerating to say that at times it's felt like this site has saved my sanity. I've laughed, cried, been angry, and just generally loved the escape it provides. And maybe I've stumbled across a few profound truths along the way. In any case, I've loved every minute of it.