Author has written 13 stories for Supernatural.
A bio...ok, well--I'm a sign carver from Ontario Canada. I'm of Dutch heritage, but can't speak it very well. I love old buildings and critters. Married to a patient man, one awesome son who just earned his Masters Bsc. I collect old forged things, just cuz I think they're cool and I could never make them. I've had grey hair since my twenties...(I blame my husband, lol) Grew up Catholic, not so much now. Wish there was magic, but resigned to live without it. I have a thing for acorns. Learning to like red wine, but not there yet.
I've come to the conclusion that I like the characters of Supernatural more than the show itself. Once I discovered this amazing phenomenon called Fanfic, I was hooked. Now I can direct their travels, instead of lamenting their situation on television. I may go mad with power, bahaha
These stories I wrote are unabashedly Dean-centic. All were written quite some time ago. I one-finger peck-typed them in wordpad. (not a Tech Goddess here) Most of the stories are in an order as part of an unofficial series that started with What Goes Around, Comes Around. They can be read as stand-alones though. They will have a few additional characters, some of whom will pop up in several stories. Here and there I've veered into AU territory, but not jarringly so. I generally ignore the Angels/ God/ Heaven/ Hell theme of the show; I find hauntings and the evils of the living to be a richer playground.
Last note regarding my choice of subject matter in writing... You probably all know by now that I'm a Dean fan. But there are certain consistencies with my stories, and I don't want to disappoint anyone.
1. No slash. No Wincest. Hey, if others want to write it and there are readers for it, knock yourselves out. Just not my thing. I like characters to act within the parameters of who they were designed to be by their original creators.
2. No graphic sex. It may happen, but you won't get a play by play here.
3. Some bad language. A fair bit of blasphemy.
4. There will likely be DeanHurt. I don't know why I find that such a guilty pleasure. Maybe I need a shrink... But I take comfort that apparently, within the vast realm of fanfic, I am not alone in having this vice. (!) (!!!)
5. And I like hopeful endings.
Thanks for reading, and your kind comments! Cheers, Mal.
Hey...most people who've read me before will know this, but I studiously avoid reading other people's work while I'm in writing mode. I am always paranoid that I will absorb someone else's great ideas or styles, and I find myself too easily discouraged after reading other good fics. (confidence can be a shaky house of cards.) I know many of you are excellent writers yourselves and I'd love to return the favour, but just not at the moment. Please forgive me.
I won't keep houseplants as my little prisoners.
I Have to apologize for the oddball formatting of my first story, "What Comes Around, Goes Around". I was new at fanfic, or any writing for that matter, and I just put it down as it streamed out of my mind. I know the punctuation can be jarring, (when there were moments of halted speech, or pauses afterward, I'd indicate it be a bunch of dashes). and one of these days I'll go back and fix that. That aspect improved as I wrote more. It's still not perfect, novel-style paragraphs, but this is after all, a different format, with the chapters being updated online as soon as they were gelled by this writer. Maybe someday I'll re-do them all properly, but I doubt it. I just don't have the attention span for this anymore. I don't think I've ever actually read through one of my stories after it was fully complete. Don't know why.
Oh yeah, and the Justice story--I made up the locale, but I do now realize that Louisiana has parishes, not counties. I really should change that.
It's May 2015. Yeah, I'm still here, kicking around. Just too many distractions to write.
Thanks to you all, new readers and old. I like watching the read counts and favouriting. Yer the best.
I've added the old images for some of these stories from when I had them on the Supernaturalville site. That site is gone now, which is a shame because it was a very supportive and quality site for writers. At any rate, I apparently only saved half of the story pics, and the originals are long gone on dead computers. So I guess I'm shitoutaluck.
Hey all. Hope 2016 brings you peace and good fortune.
Thanks as always. I was thinking about these stories recently, and realizing that there is an inordinate amount of mayhem in them, at least compared to a conventional novel. (I envision a graph that is crazy with ups and downs) But I have to address the difference between fanfic and the novel form. When I was writing, each chapter would (mostly) end on a cliffhanger note, to retain readers' interest. I never knew where the story was going, never had a story plan. It was just me feeding my need to write, and an (apparently) hungry reader base, while enjoying the whole creative process. Time would pass between updates, and the story would have to re-engage the reader and hook them for future posts. As such, when the tale is read as a whole, the amount of events is implausible. But this format is so different from the novel as a whole. When written, it was never meant to be consumed in one sitting, but rather, as a series of tasty courses, with time separating each offering. I don't think they can be viewed as the same thing. I say this of course in defense of what I've written, especially now, as I finally actually read through what I wrote so long ago. Believe me, I have no designs on being a novelist, but I really enjoyed this particular writing format. I miss writing, but the well right now is dusty-dry. I miss painting too, for that matter. Maybe one day...
I rescued an orphan Canada Goose gosling from a busy road. We call her Lucy. At the time, she was less than a week out of the egg, little yellow and grey fluff ball with dinosaur feet. We found a companion domestic goose for her...his name is Sebastien. They are 5 weeks old this Sat. Getting adult feathers now. Freaking poop-cannons, they are. I learned through the net that there are people who actually keep them as house-pets, with diapers no less. That ain't happening here.
It's amazing what turns up when you google yourself. I completely forgot I had a photo bucket account. Found all the rest of my original story title page pics there. I'll put them in place soon. Lucy the Canada goose is still with us, as is Sebastien. Both adult now. She's a perfect example of the Canada, albeit with clipped flight feathers. He's a giant moron with awesome curly feathers. (sebastopol geese--look'em up) They constantly untie my shoes when I'm sitting in a lawn chair. And keep trying to take my wedding band off. (shiny bits are their thing) Winter will be interesting without the pool or greens. I swear they are not coming in to the house, lol.
So Lucy (canada goose) came in to the house tonight. (lol) Not for long...but my son brought her in to check her out after she seemed to suffer a hard landing on the icy back yard. She's fine. She wandered around the living room, making little appreciative sounds. Broke my heart to put her back outside in the pen, as it's about -24 C tonight. They have a heat lamp and an oil fin heater in the pen, so they'll be warm enough.
And a shout-out to reader cfccfc, btw. I haven't seen reviews of my writing for a very long time, so it was truly a pleasure to see some positive feedback. I appreciate all past attention, whether just the steadily rising read-count or reviews, and am grateful, but this came after a long drought, so Thanks!
I have the voice of a crow. An old crow. I can't imagine the feeling of singing my thoughts aloud. Imagine having a voice you could use in public. loud and clear and accurate. What a gift that would be. What a fucking release.