Author has written 9 stories for Mass Effect, Dragon Age, and Lord of the Rings.
November 1, 2022
As Arthur Dent once noted, I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle.
Earlier this year, my mother suffered a moderate stroke that left her with left-sided hemiparesis. This caused me to suddenly be adulting for two, and I've never been particularly competent at adulting for one. Up until recently, I was still attempting to actually have a paying job while simultaneously care for a bedridden invalid and do the whole aforementioned adulting thing, and can I just mention that single parents are BAD ASS MUTHERFUKKERS, YO. Because that shit is beyond hard, and it's not something I ever wanted to experience for myself. Still, I love my mum, and that sainted lady has taken care of my ass for the whole of my life so even though I struggle with my big girl panties, I try to get them on the right way about every morning and do my best.
But as y'all can imagine, I have written absolutely jack until I was quiet-fired from the paying job (no regrets there) and decided that, if I wasn't going to be able to be paid to do a real job, maybe I could just, you know, concentrate on finishing some original work in progress that I might actually be able to self-publish someday and make a buck or two from and dusted off the old writing laptop and fired that bitch up.
Whereupon I immediately sloped off to write fanfiction instead because I am, as I've said before, REALLY REALLY BAD at the whole adulting thing and spend a lot of time running away from anything that smacks of responsibility. Including, and I realize the amazing irony of this, my self-imposed resolution to FINISH MY STUPIDLY EPIC-SIZED FANFICTION.
Yeah, don't bother trying to understand the way my brain works. Even I don't understand that shit, and I live it.
Anyway... I've added to Chapter 68 of Stars Fade and reposted it, and am about halfway through Chapter 70-1 (because I have so many friends who insist on the juvenile sexual jokes about the number 69 that I can't even type the numerals without hearing their imaginary comments in my head).
Plus writing some stupid amount on no less than THREE NEW FANFICS because I really should be taken out of everyone else's misery. But I steadfastly refuse to post any of them until I FINISH THE GINORMOUS MILLION-YEAR SAGA first.
Notes on Reviews
I'm never going to (truly) apologize for a story that's come out of my brain, especially fanfiction (which is an unpaid labor of... sometimes love, and sometimes something not quite love). If I'm writing a story it's because that story is in my goddamn head and I WANT to write it. I'm never going to get my panties in a bunch because someone doesn't like one of my stories. Everyone should be free to read what they like, and I absolutely encourage them to do so, even if it means giving my stuff a pass.
The reason I generally don't reply to reviews because
So go forth, read (or not!!) and try to enjoy something in this stupid world we live in.
They say Writers write.
In my case, this means I'm not really a writer because I spend an awful lot of time sulking because Writing Is Hard.
I've written fanfiction for more years than the interwebs has had sites for it. (Yes, I'm old. Now shut up about it.) Usually, this has been to avoid writing original stuff because Writing Is Hard, or because I was supposed to be doing something More Important Than Fanfiction (I'm contrary that way).
Mostly, I write game fanfic. Don't ask me why; it just turned out that way. I also mostly write without a beta because I'm