Author has written 22 stories for Aliens/Predator, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Transformers/Beast Wars, Transformers, and Naruto.
What should I say. I'm a mother of two small children and that in itself should reveal why it takes me a long time to write anything. Lately, though, the lack of free time has spurred in me an almost desperate need to write, to the point where I don't really enjoy doing anything else. Some day I want to become a 'real' writer and publish my own stories, but that's jut going to have to wait until my kids grow up a little and don't need my constant attention. But before that happens, I'm going to finish my incomplete stories here and have fun with my fandoms. :)
I'm a huge Transformers and TMNT fan, so I'll be focusing on those mostly, but there's also a few predator things. Unexpected emotions of course, which has been a thorn in my side for years already, a couple of requests, one of which I have already tackled and the frigging thing keeps expanding, even though I tried to keep it short(ish), and some smutty oneshot ideas including Scar or Stealth, which I've written down to wait until I get the time and/or inspiration to make them.
I've also been uploading some of my old oneshots about Dawn and I never intended to write more chapters to them, but now I'm not so sure anymore. Some of them could use another chapter, so when I get done with some of my current stories, I might take a look at them and see what could be done.
- Unexpected emotions 40. chapter (writing page 3/5)
- Transformers Prime oneshot, Wheeljack x Ratchet x OC
The year 2016 hasn't been my year. So far I've had to euthanize my sick cat, end a seven years long relationship that only kept getting worse, see my sister have a miscarriage and just now get my own pregnancy terminated because of type 2 osteogenesis imperfecta. Seeing and holding your tiny lifeless daughter who you've already loved and felt kicking for weeks... the emptiness and inconsolable grief afterwards... I'm sure you can imagine I'm not well right now. If only it had been just the limbs, but the condition she had would've been fatal, so there wasn't really even a choice.
I feel like a completely different person who I don't know at all. Everything has changed. I just don't know... It will take time to work through the grief and get my life back on some track. What that means to my writing, I can't tell. I'm just trying to take it one day at a time.
A big thank you to those who've sent their sympathies, it really means a lot to me.