Author has written 50 stories for JAG, Star Wars, Robotech/Macross, and Valdemar universe.
Eulogy to a Friend: Byrhthelm (Trevor) passed away suddenly on October 4, 2016. To me; he was a friend, an incredibly gifted fan-fiction author and a bench-mark of writing talent, often bringing up literary tidbits from the greats to challenge us to delve in deeper; commenting on my stories and as he had to many others, offered encouragement for me to strive for higher goals. My friend; you will be missed on the JAG forum in this site. And I will miss you and your stories which wove a wonderful tapestry of characters that enchanted readers of your fan-fiction.
Though most of our paths had only crossed through this site; we, JAG fans, all have lost a friend when Trevor passed away. And considering how often he commented on my fics; I feel as though I have lost a mentor. There is a saying; "We shape our lives not by what we carry with us, but what we leave behind." He leaves this mortal existence, as a veteran of the British Army having served his country; he has left a body of written work that has captivated many and having created a legacy of caring for others and mentorship to other writers; he has left big shoes to fill.
Rest in Peace, Trevor, my friend; may flights of angels lead you to your rest.
About Me (known as CdnJAGScribe):
October 4, 2016 update: During the winter time, my son plays for the Surrey Thunder A3 team in Surrey, British Columbia and I photograph their team. If you want to see what I'm doing, you can go to surreythundera3 blogspot ca (just include the . between the spaces)
November 7, 2016: (update):
November 5, 2016: Evidently Amoxicillin didn't work out too well. Spent a "wonderful afternoon" Surrey Memorial Hospital CATZ wondering if I was going to end up hooked up to an IV. Evidently Bronchitis decided to move into lungs without paying the new foreign owner's taxes. I now have to use a puffer to clear out the airways, joy of joys!
The phlebotomist at CATZ in Surrey Memorial Hospital is amazing. I am absolutely petrified of needles and I'm not afraid to admit it though my wife, as a nurse's daughter is immensely amused by that. The phlebotomist did the blood drawing, for the test yesterday, so quickly, accurately and smoothly, that I didn't feel a thing. I thank her for being able to make an experience that is usually unpleasant into one that was actually (though not something one I would have liked to have had to do on a regular basis) "enjoyable" on a one-time basis.
Evidently I was rather dehydrated when I went into the hospital however they did tell me to drink lots of fluids and water to reset my body because it had stopped producing mucus (dry mouth) and no "tear" production and my eyes burned because there was no tears but just salt along the edges of the tear duct but yet surprisingly my body hadn't gone into the medium/severe dehydration yet - which is a scary position to be in (and believe me, scared doesn't do good things to me - it makes me paranoid) - because your mind goes off the f*ng deep-end and goes "What if I can't reset my body back - what if everything that I do to try to rehydrate my body just doesn't work and I go into a downward spiral." I did not want to be in that position, so all today I did NOTHING but drink and drink and drink - Fruit smoothies, tap water, a Gatorade. I haven't been able to put down solid food for a while because while I had the bronchitis infection and had to fight it with Amoxicillin - I was having fever and chills and I had the shakes. I couldn't summon up the energy to get up off the couch and eat - so I went days without food (almost 3 days on, three days off of food just because I couldn't summon up the energy); just drink to keep from having my body dehydrate but evidently I wasn't keeping up with the sweats and my body went into dehydration mode regardless. My tongue swelled up - not to the point of airway restriction, but enough that it meant consuming solid food was a trial in itself. My eyes stopped producing tears from my tear duct, and my mouth would continually go dry even if I was drinking water. Dehydration is a scary situation because if you don't halt the forward train once it's been put into motion, it means eventual death - if you can't stop it. I wasn't smart, I should have got off my ass and ate even if it was difficult during the feverish points in my Amoxicillin treatment of my bronchitis and I paid for the stupid decision with damned near gambling my life.
So tell your kids; those of you who have them. Don't ever not eat while you're suffering an illness because it can take a single "switch" to flip you from healthy body fluid state to a state of dehydration - especially if you're stubborn as a mule like me (my wife constantly says she wants to get a cast-iron frying pan and use it on my head). I haven't been doing a very good job of listening to her when it becomes a contentious point of my health. It's always been a bad point with me - being self-sufficient and realizing that I don't ALWAYS know everything.
I managed to get the switch started and it's starting to feel like I'm producing moisture again in my body though it may take a bit with my eyes - they still feel dry.
November 7, 2016: Ouch. Another trip to ER with BP at 180/101 this time with two sticks for blood tests and a IV for CT scan of my abdomen and chest. Found out I have pneumonia instead of bronchitis in my lungs.
Now note that I am an absolute chickenshit when it comes to needles: but when you feel this crappy - my fear became "BRING IT ON!" ANYTHING to make me feel better than how I was currently feeling. And they even had to stick me twice to get the IV needle in. It was at that point where I just went "So what..." Let's just git'r done.
Also became lightheaded at one point and had to be supported by the father of a patient in the exam chair across from me. I was out like a light. It was not a fun situation. When I came to the nurse was asking me questions and I had to clear my head for a little bit. Had to move back over to my own exam chair so that they could deal with the other situations when they saw that I was lucid. But I'm extremely grateful to the man who held me to prevent me from falling even though he had his own set of worries with his own family there. If he hadn't grabbed me and held me; I'd probably be still at the hospital possibly in the OR having to be dealt with for a brain injury and considering my brain, I don't need any more impacts to the head.
Back home and resting.- was sent home with two prescriptions: one being the antibiotic to kill the pneumonia in my lungs. I guess that effectively killed any shooting photography for the rest of the year.
This is so that you know exactly why I'm not currently updating any of the stories at this time. Muse understands health comes first.
Yes, I'm Canadian. That is a big Canadian flag you see right beside my name.
I've been a JAG fan since the show began in 1995. I met my (now) wife online in the JAG Shipper One-List (she was known as Featherbelle in August of 1999. We corresponded for nearly half a year before I proposed (as well, on-line…it just seemed fitting – it was the stereotypical JAG romance). Another half-year would go by before we would finally meet in person (we had each other’s current photos), and she would finally touch down on Canadian soil. We married in August of 2000. Our oldest son was born in 2002. He’s now 14, athletic and plays hockey, an all-round Canadian kid – and I’ve matured (my wife would say otherwise) from the TV watching, fic-writing nutcase in 1998 who wrote funny JAG fics (when I first started writing fanfiction – thanks to encouragement from a Sandra M. on OneList) to a hockey Dad whose primary role, as one half of the parental set, is chauffeuring our son from hockey game to hockey practice to yet another hockey game. Our second son is like Bud Roberts: loves video games and is a bookish type, doesn’t really care for sports and we don’t push him to go into sports (I’ve seen too many parents that push their kid and then wonder why they’ve pushed them completely out of sports). Our third son has had difficulties and this is where we learned that life isn’t a bed of roses. A TV show is fiction. When it all boils down to it, real life can be nasty and it tested the strength of our marriage and the very core of our existence and I will forever be an advocate of those with developmental disabilities. Our daughter is a rambunctious six year old (who you know is home when the floor shakes – please stop running in the house!)…and what’s more, a romance that started thanks to a product of Don Bellisario’s imagination (the TV show JAG) has blossomed into a love that has spanned sixteen years and counting. We didn’t know each other before JAG came on the screen; and because of the distance between us (nearly an entire continent) we never would have crossed paths. Through circumstance and through a show that spanned ten years, we got to know each other and love each other. Like any relationship, it hasn’t all been roses, but we are weathering the ups and downs and a romance spawned through a television show has grown into a relationship that has become more than “just a TV show”. My wife has other interests other than JAG now; she now watches more Supernatural, Criminal Minds and other shows (she has, to her credit, started watching NCIS (TOS) which I really haven’t been able to get into. Kudos to her for sticking with Don Bellisario’s shows), but the show that brought us together will forever be a part of our lives. But our lives have become so much more than a TV show. I owe our introduction to Don Bellisario, but from hereon-in our lives together have woven into a tapestry of shared experiences, in a life that we chose to experience together, that go far beyond what we could have imagined when we first started corresponding on OneList.
I have gone from writing the casual fun (out of left field) fics to writing dead-serious fiction in the realm of JAG. What happened? Life. The shared life experiences that Featherbelle and I have experienced have shaped who I have become as a person. I save my fun side for my kids – to make their lives a bit more fun. As a career, I’ve gone from fumbling around trying to find out what I’m good (I was slow at trying to decide on a career path) at to a single-minded pursuit of my occupation which is a photographer (focusing mainly on sports, wildlife/nature and landscapes). Invariably the output of my fanfiction has suffered as a result (I have to bring in money to help support the family).
My writing style is a sort of a free-style “write as the inspiration hits” writing style; which means that I sit at the computer for the brief moments of time that I have available to me during the course of the day when I’m not busy editing photographs and write whatever comes to me. Sometimes days or weeks will go by before I can write a single paragraph. The thing is, photography is my primary occupation and as such it will always come first. That is why I have so many fics going dormant for long periods of time. It becomes annoying when my muse takes off for weeks at a time…even months if it’s really bad, but unfortunately…them’s the breaks.
Why did I become a Harm/Other gravitating from Harm/Mac? To tell you the truth, it happened during the last few years of JAG when the constant vascillating of TPTB slagging Harm and turning Mac into as one fic-writer mentioned: someone "who's planning on sleeping her way through Washington". In short, I wasn't liking how the character was being written. I still occasionally will write Harm/Mac fic, but it will be written AU; not the way that she was written during the show.
Also, I wish VIDZ (VisualIDentificationZeta) all the best in his new job and posting to a new country. It's a hell of an upheaval to move one's life from one place to another. And I'm saddened that he won't be writing any more. WHERE am I going to get my Harm/Other fix from now on?
I guess I'm reconsidering my decision to pull my fics - all things considered - At one point I had a lot of fics up on fanfiction.net, but when I heard that SOPA was trying to make a comeback, I opted to yank all of them down. SOPA 2013 did not make a comeback. So I guess I will place them slowly back up online. I won't be placing my 1999 fics back up, but instead will be opting to put up several new fics that I have planned. I don't know if they're going to turn into small epics like SCA, however I will do my best to spin a story. I have to say, I can't compete with the likes of VIDZ or byrhthelm, whom I have to say are two of my favorite JAG authors here. Byrhthelm writes EPICS which I can't even come close to - quantity and QUALITY. If you haven't read any of byrhthelm's fics. I highly suggest you do go and read them.
Just so that readers are clear:
I write three different AUs. Animal/Lia (Lia is the character that my RL wife came up with and I swiped for my own nefarious purposes evil smirk, cue evil laughter); Animal/Meg (what I originally started out writing in 1998); and occasionally just to make shippers and non-shippers alike wretch their guts out - Animal/Mac. When I write Animal/Meg, I usually pair Harm/Mac as per the original shipper theme. When I write Animal/Lia, I usually write bitch-Mac and Harm/Jen (yeah...I like Jen as a character). And when I write Animal/Mac; I usually end up writing Harm/Lia (which my wife tends to like).
To those who are canon-types: I hate Canon-Mac, post-Paraguay - she is absolutely a dripping mess as a human being and even prior to that, when she flung herself at every available male with the exception of Harm, yet expecting him to stay "faithful only to her". Strong would not be a term that I would use for her.
For character information: you can read my new blog: mentalrefusebin(dot)blogspot(dot)com.
One of the things I’ve noticed in watching JAG again (which I have been doing a lot of with my internet down) is that Don Bellisario liked using the Navy Cross… A LOT. If they wanted to signify someone as brave, or mostly a senior officer in a forward capacity. Voila…there was the Navy Cross on his ribbon rack. Now I don’t know, but with the Navy Cross second only in precedence to the Medal of Honor, there must have been a lot of “heroes” in JAG’s US Navy. Because it sure seems as though in the US Navy in the JAG TV show they were handing out Navy Crosses like hot-cakes.
Currently Active Fic: (or semi-active - depends on my muse, really)
There Is No Spark of Interest: (Animal/Maegyn-from the looks of it) - it seems to have gone bent but hopefully the most active plot bunny I have will cooperate to the point where I can get a substantial amount of writing done on this story. It seems to have turned into Animal/Maegyn rather than an Animal/Lia fic. SO we'll see where this one goes. I may have to cogitate up another idea of an Animal/Lia fic because this one doesn't seem to want to cooperate in that vein.
Burden of Heritage: (Animal/Tracy Manetti) - just trying to get the next chapter right since I've never been to Japan (regardless of my heritage) and the character is of Japanese descent.
Damned Spooks: (Harm/Catherine Gale fic) - next chapter being worked on but plot bunny not cooperating.
Makoto's Tale: on hiatus
JAG: Rose Petals: on hiatus
A Matter of Interests: (Animal/Meg) - third and final chapter still being worked on - on hiatus
Fair Winds: (Animal/Meg - Animal retirement fic) - on hiatus
Wild Horses & Aviators: On hiatus...
The Green-Eyed Monster: Chapter 18 in progress (mentally cogitated on) - on hiatus
Survival: Chapter 4 up; Chapter 5 in progress - Still working on it. Getting in the mood to write such a dark fic is tough. Believe me. It's not something that's easy to write. But inspiration has hit. Thought: You know your fic is too damned complicated when you need a list of characters just to remember who the hell is in the story you wrote. - on hiatus
Where Eagles Fly: Will get to this one once the currently active fic are finished - slightly active, but still needs some more research...- on hiatus
Comatose (will work on it once the main three are finished) Fic: (depends on my muse - if I can beat it to the point of reluctant cooperation)
It's A Great Day For Bumping: More research into RAG training procedures needs to take place before this one continues
Waiting In The Wings: (Fic I've Started On - but am not posting until I clear the currently active roster so as not to overload my muse or it'll have a sitdown strike).
The Oath: A familiar face in an unfamiliar uniform shows up at Fleet JAG UK. (Harm/Jen)
To Protect & Defend: Harm/Mac.
COMPLETE: (notice of completion will stay for two weeks then disappear)
Star Wars Fic
Currently Active Fic:
Star Wars Resurrection: Mara Jade has unfinished business. Can she change her destiny and avoid dying at Caedus' hands or keep Jacen Solo from falling to the Dark Side in the first place? Yoda says, "The future, always in motion it is." Or is destiny unchangeable? IDEA ON HOLD)
Star Wars Redemption; (Episode VIII (my version)), The Force, Luke, Rey and a whole lot of regrets. How will Luke lay the ghosts of betrayal to rest so he can train Rey to defeat the First Order and The Knights of Ren? ON HOLD TILL I GET HOLD OF EP VII DVD.
Currently Active Fic:
How To Get Rid of a Minmei: Various ways to eliminate Minmei (the most annoying character in Robotech/Macross) out of existence.
Uncooperative Muse(s): Just letting you know that my muse is sloth-like and ADD at best and downright recalcitrant and obstinate at worst. I've tried beating the tar out of it, but that doesn't seem to work very well. All I know is that when my muse manages to cooperate, it produces for a few chapters on various stories then something else attracts its attention span. I've been trying to get it to cooperate by focusing on one story at a time. Well...let's just say A.D.D. causes it to start something then go try to attend to something else. sigh Stubborn uncooperative muse! --oh look, a butterfly! Update: Evidently my muse (upon notification by a friend of mine who also writes fanfiction - split (like an amoeba into multiple character muses...and now my "Animal" muse is sulking in the corner because I have something painful planned for him in "There Is No Spark Of Interest". ~evil laughter~. I do admit, I did respond to his probing questions as to what and why? Evidently Because I can isn't a good enough answer.
UPDATE (March 19, 2016): No replacement computer on horizon yet (been working on the iPad and writing) and now the car has developed problems. When it rains it pours ~sigh~. And my character muses are not cooperating with me in There Is No Spark of Interest. This does not help in the least. And now Meg muse has decided she's gonna be with Animal come hell or high water. How to get muses to cooperate when each insists on doing whatever the hell they want!!! The muses are driving me absolutely stark-raving insane.
NOTE: I've noted that I do my best writing when the chapters are between 6-7 pages in length typed with spacing between paragraphs on MS Word. Anything more than seven pages long seems to take a lot more brain-cell pounding than if I write my usual 6-7.