Author has written 3 stories for StarTrek: Enterprise.
My obsessions are my novel (approximately 1/4 complete as of January 2012 & 2014), and then Dominic Keating, Connor Trinneer, and Star Trek: Enterprise, rather much in that order.
Regarding my fic, "Two Days": Unfortunately, I'm slightly (?!) obsessive-compulsive about plot and grammar, syntax, and spelling (forgive me all my own mistakes!). Note: mistakes and grammatical errors in a character's dialogue reflect the character's background and state of mind. Those of you who know me well (via email) know that I'd rather email a fic writer directly, rather than post an unflattering review in public, and for those of you who have replied positively, thank you very much!
Lastly, I'm a 50-mumble married woman ("Straight, but not narrow-minded!") with no kids, no pets (but jonesing for a cat), no smoking, and pretty much no drinking now because of all the medications that I take. I'm going to start lying about my age this year, and my husband is in his mid-50s, and yes, I met him at a Star Trek convention!
P. S. I'm sorry, cat lovers, I've removed my 'temporary' avatar for one that's much, much nicer (and was fun to hold!). The kitties are NOT mine, but if we didn't have wall-to-wall carpeting in the condo, I'd love them to be! If you don't have kitties of your own, find your community's pound, pet adoption, or local SPCA website, go to their brick 'n' mortar locale, and find a kitty!
3 June 2011: Thank you, Shameless Spocker (and Ian McKellen's outspokenness) for this piece of wisdom:
Homophobia and You
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.