Author has written 10 stories for Lord of the Rings, NCIS, Star Wars, Sherlock, Leverage, Portal, and Supernatural.
Christian female in her 20s, introverted artist type, reader of books/fanfic, listener of all kinds of music, and dreamer of horribly wonderful fanfic dreams.
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--UPDATE NOVEMBER 29 '14--
I AM NOT DEAD (nor do I sleep x_x). I swear to Chuck I'm still working on Good Company, I'm just super-distracted by other stories in other fandoms. MUSE Y U NO HELPFUL EVAR. There is something of a... gosh, idk, midquel? Is that a thing? in the works also. As I wrote on myabout it:
It's in present tense, and maybe a little more... spacey? than Bad Company. Anyone who's read Bad Company knows that Sam isn't in a good headspace. This story gets into that headspace. It isn't pleasant. As noted in canon, Sam can get a little loose-cannon (ahaha) when his brother's not around, so... yeah. Fun times for all. If I can get the first chapter written I might break my own rule and post it without waiting for the whole thing to be done. (LE GASP.) It will be filled with such fun things as more r-rated language, panic attacks, self-loathing, self-medication, self-imposed selective mutism, load of guilt, lots of drinking, general recklessness, a very lonely Thanksgiving, a very lonely Christmas, a very lonely celebration of his brother's birthday, and texting. IF THIS SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING YOU'D BE INTERESTED IN READING PLEASE MESSAGE ME OR SOMETHING (yeah no one's seeing this) I AM A DESPERATE WRITER FILLED WITH A DESPERATE NEED FOR APPROVAL (it's pretty sad, actually. I've read the positive reviews for Bad Company and Sam Is... idk, but it's probably a pathetic number of times.) PLEASE FEED THE BEAST (I'm sorry, it's 3am, I'm going to bed now. But I just added like two lines to Good Company, so I'm irrationally hopeful that the writer's block is over.)
Artwork on which I based Through the Fog:
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