Author has written 12 stories for Bleach, Detective Conan/Case Closed, Harry Potter, Naruto, Thunderbirds, Natsume Yūjin-Chō, Avengers, and One Piece.
*EVERYTHING IS ON HIATUS UNTIL I CAN FIND THE TIME TO KEEP WRITING*
I really, really don't want to, but I've been feeling really bad seeing so many faves, follows and reviews saying "please update" when I just don't have the time to do so.
A NOTE FOR ALL MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS:
As you may have noticed, my updates tend to be sporadic, few and far between. The reason behind this is that I suffer from Absence Seizures (which is a form of epilepsy) in conjunction to both ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) and Asperger's Syndrome. (Opposite ends of the same spectrum. Yay me!)
With Absence Seizures, instead of actually 'seizing' in the literal sense, it's like my brain sort of 'switches off' for a bit and then 'switches back on'. To blatantly steal Cursed Detective's words, basically, mental blankouts. My body doesn't actually do anything—it's all in my head. (Well, brain, if you want to get technical). And it's just as it sounds (to steal Cursed Detective's words again, it's like I blink and too much time has passed in between. My blankouts tend to only happen when I'm really tired or stressed, but sometimes they just happen with no rhyme, warning or reason.
Point is, sometimes they happen while I'm in the middle of writing a fic. Like, one second I'm typing away and then suddenly I have twelve full pages worth of the same letter, or worse still, I realise that my finger was on the backspace button and that I just deleted the majority of my fic. Also, after a blankout I tend to lose my train of thought, and when writing a fic that basically means I lose my mojo for a while.
Also, keep in mind that I see Fanfiction as a bit of a hobby. Consequently, it tends to sit on the backburner when it comes to study, work and life in general.
You my have noticed that I've deleted most of my old fics.
The reason for this is simply that I cannot see myself continuing them. I've tried to rewrite a few of them, but the fact of the matter is that I've completely forgotten where I was going with them. Reading through them and seeing my poor attempts at keeping the characters at least somewhat in-character and the pitifully short, rushed chapters, the clichéd and somewhat weak plotlines and excessive amount of dialogue, I don't know whether to laugh, cry or bang my head repeatedly against a brick wall.
Comparing old and new makes it quite obvious that my writing style has changed dramatically, and honestly I want to be able to focus on my major fics Death is Never the End (it's coming, I promise!), Newly Found Hope, Newly Found Family (I'll say it again; it's coming!), A Bellyflop Through Time (rinse and repeat) and An Unlikely Ally (...do I have to say it again?).
(I've been meaning to put this up all year. Oops.)
I have THE BEST lecturer of all time for the Culture section of my Degree. Why? He's an African-born Nepalese-Australian who's into Shintoism and a self-declared Bi. What's more, he told us so straight up, first lecture—and I quote—"Yes, I have had sex with both women and men. Don't like it? Then pack your bags and leave. As nurses, you're gonna have to deal with people of all ages, sex, religion, height, weight, colour and mental capacities hitting you, hitting on you, pissing on you, shitting on you, vomiting on you, swearing at you, hugging you, telling you you're a lovely person, telling you they can do your job better than you, swearing revenge on you and your future children and asking if their sprained ankle is going to be amputated. And in every one of those situations, you have to be polite, smile and have happy thoughts of not sticking the needle in your hand through their eye. I'm not joking—these things happen. Multiple times. Every single bloody day. Nine times out of ten you will go home smelling like you went for a swim in the sewers. Sometimes you end up looking like you did. Don't want to deal with all that? Think you can't? Then what the hell are you doing here?"
Suffice to say, we applauded.
Best part? I have him this year too!
One of my biggest pet peeves is people using their disabilities as a crutch. People who say "I can't do it because I have 'such-and-such' disability." Every time I hear someone say that I want to shake the stuffing out of them. You "can't do it"? Well, have you tried? You want to be an actor but you "can't because I am deaf/blind/in a wheelchair/have Cerebral Palsy/Autism/Downs Syndrome/Dwarfism/whatever"? You can. You just need to find the right people who can help you get there. You want to play an instument in a band but—for whatever reason—don't have full use of your hands? You can get the instrument modified and customised so that you can. And if there's no way around it, try something else. There will always be something else for you to try. And that's what you need to do; because you never know, until you try.
I myself have ADD, Aspergers Syndrome, Epilepsy, and am almost completly deaf in my right ear. I also have a genetic degenerative eye disorder which means that I will be completely blind before I turn sixty. I also have a job as a High School English and Special Education teacher and am halfway through my Nursing Degree.
I know there are ways of getting around a disability in order to do what you love, because I did.
. . . okay, rant over now.
I watch (and am consequently a fan of) many, many series, but I have to say my favourites are (in no particular order):