Author has written 11 stories for Sorcerer's Apprentice, 2010, Season of the Witch, Queer as Folk, Misc. Plays/Musicals, and Web Shows.
Hi! I'm probably the old woman here, at 54, but hey . . .
I started writing when I was 13. I was a fan of the book Interview with the Vampire, plus I had a crush on a certain rock star, and I put them together . . .
But I never finished. I've been writing fanfiction probably before the term was invented. I've always liked vampires, and I've been way into the Twilight saga. Started a couple fanfictions on that, but never quite got anywhere.
I finished my first novel in 2001, but it's not a fanfiction. I've been sitting on it for years, obviously.
I'm horribly shy around people I don't know, and I'm a terrible salesperson, so that's why it's been sitting, though a bunch of people from my life and work have read and liked it, which is always encouraging.
I've been writing about a certain character since I was 18. My life kind of revolves around him. The second novel I'm working on is also about him, but it's basically an AU since he's basically the same age in the other novel.
I found this place in 2011, after I became obsessed with the movie The Sorcerer's Apprentice(2010), which is still my fave Nic Cage movie. My first fanfiction from that was to combine Balthazar with the main character from my novels, but then I branched out to just the movie. Wrote a few fanfictions on that, then moved to another movie of Nic's, Season of The Witch. A year later, I watched the whole American version of the TV series Queer As Folk, and got out a decent one-shot on that. Then I kind of petered out.
I was still writing a bit over new obsessions, but I was attacking real people, and it felt a bit off.
But more than five years have gone by, I've since retired at 50 after 30 years at the United States Postal Service, and my muse has suddenly come roaring back, thanks to a little synth-rock group from Liverpool, England called A Flock of Seagulls. I was 15 when their mega-hit I Ran was in constant rotation on that MTV music channel, but I was all about Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers at the time, and skipped right over them. I Ran will never be my favorite song from them, but I stumbled upon Space Age Love Song about a month back, and haven't thought about much else since. Though labelled as a synth band, they combined the high tech with a ringing, echoey guitar sound that I've heard nowhere else, and it's beautiful and ethereal, and it was all from a guy named Paul Reynolds, who joined the band at 16 and quit, burned out, at 22. What Arthur Rimbaud is to poetry, Paul Reynolds is to the guitar: Masterful.
So now there's a nice little, respectful fanfiction about A Flock of Seagulls, and I've been diving back into my past, darker writings, and seeing what sticks. Mostly a bunch of one-shots that will never be expanded upon, about things I really no longer care about. Things are coming up quite rapidly, as I've always edited the crap out of anything I've written. Writing has always been my outlet, and I think I have a unique voice, if nothing else. Not to be egotistical, which is hilarious if you know anything about me, but I really like the way I write. Unless it's a journal: I kept a journal for a year after I retired, and I literally ended up trashing it. Journals are great when you're single, because it's just all about you, as it should be. But when you live with other people, it can turn into a bitchfest that you really don't want them to find. A journal is to work on yourself; remember that, but I'd just rather do the real work in my head, and keep my writing to fiction, if that makes any sense at all.
A snippet of what'll probably show up: More Vincent Cyr, Louis Garrel (one of his characters, anyway), and the aforementioned Twilight bit. Maybe some other stuff as well. I mean, I've literally been writing for 40 years, now. I'm putting it out there, for better or worse, and you're welcome to take it or leave it.
Thank you, fanfiction.net, for being my first window out of the wilderness, and bless everyone who can be bothered to write or champion their favorite things. Just wonderful distractions in a crazy world.