18 January 2020 I am currently working on posting some of my works on Archive of Our Own Malady Pond

2 November 2017 Hello, dearies,

I have had to take my fanfic site offline due to excessive traffic using more bandwidth than allowed for a free account. For the foreseeable future, I will not be working on any fanfiction whatsoever. When my other site is ready and online, I will mention it here.

I am no longer writing phanphiction (that is, stories based on Gaston Leroux's Le Fantôme de l’Opéra) for a very simple reason: I plan to publish what I consider the better stories (including some I've never let anyone read before).

If you were reading my fics back in 2010 (or thereabouts), you probably saw a story called Immortal Music. I was very proud of that story. At first. The sad part was that so many people mistook it for a romance that I kept making it darker and the villain (who was mistaken for the hero of the piece) more violent until it was a bizarre parody of itself. I have gone back to it over the years and attempted to rework/excise the ludicrous parts, but I'm afraid the *$#% reviews calling the rape scene "hot" and the villain "so romantic" ruined it for me.

As for my House fics (aka the Grayla series). I'm working on filing off the serial numbers so I can turn those half-finished stories into a book (or, possibly, a brief series). I've had their whole lives in my head for some time now, and I'm slowly putting them into narrative form.

There are times I'm tempted to take But I Don't Know You, Monsieur! down, mostly because I want to go back to the original idea I had for that one and publish it. As it is, it wound up going in a drastically different direction from where I wanted to go with it. Christine turned out to be a bit younger (more trusting and naïve and, let's face it, childish) and I'm afraid I may have engaged in a wee bit of Raoul-bashing. *shakes head* I'll leave it up for now since the rewrite will not follow the same structure/narrative.

I'm not sure when or even if I might return to writing Wrestling fics.

As for the rest (and, no, I do not have any idea when I'll continue any of these):

Forest of the Question: An Inuyasha fic. Don't make presumptions about what might happen.

An Awful Lot: Pulp Fiction (Vince Vega) crossover with Highlander (OC), with just a hint of Forever worked in. For the sake of this story, let's just pretend that Forever takes place about the same time as PF and early seasons of HL.

Seconds and TKoGICL: I've taken both these Harley Keiner-centric stories down because I plan to rework them. (No, I'm not sure when I'll have them ready to repost, but I doubt I'll be putting them back up here.)

Girl Meets Timey Wimey: As much as I was enjoying writing this, I will have to go back to what I had originally planned for this story and rework it. I think I might file off the serial numbers and publish it; hey, I have to pay the bills somehow! :)

Tempting Fate, Charming Dreams: I know, more or less, where this is going. I don't know how many chapters this one might go. Fair warning, though, it's going to take some dark turns that will disturb some readers. (Trust me on that.) (I'd had this one up on my other account, but I didn't particularly like where I went with it, so I made some changes that I think/hope will work out better.) Another one I might rework and publish.

Stand Strong: I had intended to keep this one short and wanted to complete it before Captain America: Civil War hit theatres, but . . . Taken down because I don't think I'll continue it.

Fire & Frost: Trouble with this one is that I know how I want this story to end, and I don't want to rush towards that or give anything away (and, so far, there hasn't been any foreshadowing, no). No idea when I'll get back to this one, either.

Good-Looking Guy, Master of Disguise: Complete, but if any of you want to use it as a jumping-off point for a sequel, feel free. All I ask is that you make mention of it somewhere (be it in the Author's Notes or your profile or wherever). It's not meant to follow the series exactly; it's just a bit of something I felt like writing. At this point, I doubt I'll be writing any follow-ups to this. I've taken this one down.

Peace & love,
Malady 'SpearBourne' Pond

I have not given anyone permission to repost any of my stories on other sites.

(Nothing that follows falls under the copy-and-post to your profile category; these are things I wrote myself, for my profile.)

About me:

I write because there are too many ideas clanking around in my head.
I get an actual headache when a plot bunny is born. (Yes, I clutch at my crown and whimper, "Nononononono! Not another one!" when it happens.)
My reality is bizarre enough without altering my mind, and I thank the gods for what they have given me.
I have rather dark thoughts at times, and some of my best poetry has come from that. (Well, the most popular poems when I used to publish.)
I miss having a website where I could publish and earn some money. As much as I love writing and interacting with all of you lovely people, you can't pay your bills with popularity or reviews.

I am the woman who was shamed for being raped because I agreed to go out with him and wanted to look nice; I must have been asking for it.
I am the woman suffering through a pregnancy that never should have begun because the hospital I was taken to after being raped told me I should look at this violation as a "gift."
I am the woman whose child will be born without a brain because politicians decided they were more qualified to advise me than my doctor.
I am the woman watching her child suffer and die because someone else decided this was kinder than terminating my pregnancy.
I am the woman who died from complications because extremists bombed the clinic where I was receiving affordable prenatal care.
If you realise that medical/healthcare decisions should be made by you and your doctor without complete strangers trying to make you feel guilty for doing what is best for you, congratulations, you are a decent human being.

Think before you condemn someone. You never know what another person is going through. Hatred doesn't help anyone.

Your beliefs do not outweigh my health and well-being. Your beliefs shouldn't outweigh your own health and well-being, either.

If the people around you encourage you to hate anyone or make others feel ashamed for something as simple as a difference of opinion, maybe you should reconsider such associations.

You know you're a writer if . . .
You talk to yourself.
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself.
You pick pens up off the ground like other people pick up coins.
People give you pens because they know you go through a lot of pens.
You have a tendency to speak in third person, past tense.
You can't watch a movie or read a book without coming up with at least three alternative plots and/or tangents.
You enjoy finding plot-holes and/or continuity errors in movies, books, and series.
When you find a continuity error, you come up a story that allows it to make sense.
You try to resist the urge to correct others' grammar.
Studying etymology is a fun hobby for you.
You ponder things like, "Did you ever notice that 'deliver' could refer to a package being sent to a particular location and to removing someone's liver?"
You ponder things like, "Resign could mean to quit or to sign again."
It seriously irks you when someone ignores the context of what you're saying.
You spend a good portion of your time reading.
You don't get nearly enough sleep.
You don't get enough sleep because, as soon as you lie down, you come up with yet another paragraph and have to write it down.
Your family doesn't comment on how tired you look anymore.
You live off caffeine and sugar. (Pepsi Max and pastry, man . . . coffee . . . cereal with soyamilk or almondmilk . . . Oh, sorry, I'll stop talking about food now . . .)
You laugh hysterically for no apparent reason.
You have inside jokes. With yourself.
You have inside jokes. With your characters.
Your characters have a tendency to take on lives of their own.
You know there is no such word as "alot."
You know when to use "then" rather than "than."
You know the difference between "you're" and "your." (And you're going to be proofreading your writing for that, now, aren't you?)
You notice the little things that most people take for granted.
You appreciate each and every person that understands your stories.
It thrills you when someone really gets your characters.
You'll never have enough time to finish writing all the stories you have in your head.

Failing English means nothing with regards to writing ability. I not only passed, I got high marks in English every year. Stop claiming failing a class is the number one way to tell you're a writer. You're a writer because you choose to be. Or, as Rod Serling so succinctly put it, you succumbed to it.
If you're going to be a writer, invest in a good dictionary. You might surprise yourself with how many words you misuse and/or misspell.