Hi there! Most people refer to me as OGB, but feel free to call me whatever you please.

I write primarily ATLA fics, but haven't really written anything recently (Not-so-fun fact: I only watch Legend of Korra to find out about the Gaang. I miss them so much, it's actually disgusting). I'm also in love with BBC Sherlock.

Anyway:

--In Loving Memory Of Lyralocke, passed away May 2010. Copy and paste this into your profile to pay your final respects to this amazing author and fellow Avatard.--

Seriously, go read her stuff - it's incredible. I never actually talked to Lyralocke, if you really want to know. But there's this connection among writers. You start to feel like you're in a bit of a club after a while. This community of authors and creative and brilliant minds is really something, my friends. And I'm so very, very sad even to this day, over two years after her passing, that we have lost a member.

I haven't updated this page in a while. Almost two years. The thing with fandoms is that it's very hard to stay devoted long after they've ended. I'm still in love with the characters and the story and everything that was created and animated and spoken and shown to the world, but my, is it ever so hard to even think about anything without an overwhelming sensation of nostalgia sweeping over one's being.

I'm going to college soon - in just a few weeks. Is it odd that I'm damn near obsessed with a children's television show that ended four years ago? I still remember watching the finale with my friends on a warm night, celebrating the end of middle school. Now, I've completed high school and the memories associated with my writing and everyone's writing... it's truly amazing how much fiction can impact our lives.

We've twisted words and conceived plot lines and joined adjectives and nouns and my fellow writers, we have created wonderful and terrible, joyful and heartbreaking, complex and simple stories. The history of mankind is something passed down through the very things which we have created, and we should be proud. And I am proud. Please, if you'd like, I offer you these 26 letters of the English language, which I have broken apart and glued back together again in their own new patterns.

I'm opening a new chapter in my life, and I told myself I would never move on from this, not really, never would want to move on. And I don't, even today. But I am weak and powerless to time. I may never again write about Aang or Katara or their friends and adventures, but I'm so very happy that I did, and I'm so very happy that you did. I hope I do write about them again. I hope they live on.

Over - but is anything really ever over? - and out.