Author has written 57 stories for Sonic the Hedgehog, Spyro the Dragon, Yu-Gi-Oh, Fullmetal Alchemist, Shaman King, Boondocks, Inuyasha, Chronicles of Narnia, Haruhi Suzumiya series, Tangled, and Frozen.
"I don't write for people to be friends with the characters.
If you want to find friends, go to a cocktail party.
The point of fiction is not to offer up moral avatars, but to engage with people whose politics or points of view are unpleasant or contradictory."
~ Zoe Heller*
Age: A legal forever child making makeshift sails to leave port and dock at Neverland, though I often find myself on the coast of Hades.
I've been a part of fanfiction.net's membership list since I was eleven years old. Those days were the good ol' days - not because I published good stuff (hell no), but because I could write a story without interruption or doubt. Does being pubescent give us superhuman diligence?
I currently DONATE to a rare cross-ship species just because their fic-population is nonexistent. Began as gifts; birthed into galaxies, so now this has become an interstellar quasar of Outlaw/Queen dramas.
It's a cathartic hobby. Like many who write fanwank, I do not use it for career-training. Some use it to insert their favorite cast of characters into a world that canon hasn't gotten its canonical hands onto. For me, I am so emotionally suppressed in real life that I think I once used fanfiction to reach out to people in hopes of making an emotional connection between them and my private mind.
I was not longing for R&R. I was either longing for metaphysical relationships or some validation that you connected with me, which is a motivation that can be iffy to have. However:
I miss being excited about storytelling. My mojo is gone!
I'm forcing it now. Life is draining, which makes writing emotionally draining, because I just don't have the horsepower. It's either this, or I put way too many feelings in it, causing everything to lose all structure. This explains why I can't sit down and finish a thing.
My style, if it can be called such, is not for everyone. You will therefore either enjoy it or make a hard left on, "screw this!" avenue. I will not be offended by the latter. Diverse tastes exist in all forms. I was simply not yours, which is completely natural.
Sadly, I'm a perfectionist who, due to being a perfectionist, makes graceless errors very often. By acknowledging this fault, I constantly edit material. It goes without saying that I am never satisfied by what I have conjured up from the pits of my little hell. This extends into other nooks and crannies of my immunocompromised life, such as looks, social interactions, work performance, etc. I think that when you focus on perfection without taking a step back from such endeavors, you make your worst fear come true. I'm trying to embrace this lesson, but I have yet to come out unscathed.
It should also be known that I'm not a book person, so my exposure to literature is a little weak. Hardly anything can conquer my short attention span. In retrospect, I'm actually a hardcore "movie person." I find "all the eight wonders" in cinematography and animation. I'm not "good enough" to bring my own "daydreams of cinematography" to life with my artwork, so―humorously enough―I try to do this with writing, which is an oxymoron in itself.
I'm much more interested in turning sentences into moving images than anything else, as I'm quite hung up on the way an actor's body language translates the character's emotions onto the screen. So yeah, I write characters like I'm filming them, which means my imagery could annoy the balls off of you (and me)! Let me also add that I rant about OOC fanfictions and don't do "canon" myself, hence the freakishly darker characterizations in my crap.
I have a habit of either writing psycho thriller content, or prose with uncomfortable undertones. To write in a perspective that is not your own, but "another person's," is a great challenge! It's a lot like an actress who chooses to play characters that are furthest from themselves. I usually go with whatever I think is the most jarring interpretation I can popcorn.
...(falls on the floor)
Started as gift fics, and then suddenly, I had too many ideas that couldn't fit into one story, which resulted in one million other tangents taking the form of "other stories." This is not the same as my Shadow/Amy infatuation, which crapped out all the diarrhea on my page because I truly shipped them; rather, this is a god awful state of peril in which I can't figure out how to anchor my ideas for fanfictions that randomly exploded in Microsoft.
Anything I do regarding this crossover are "fandom gifts," since I cater to under-dog fandoms that have almost no sagas at all, but I have to force myself to stay on it before I fall out with it. Therefore, having random stories or any lick of fandom motivation will either help me stay drunk or sober me up. Gotta milk this cow and vomit up these ideas before I stop caring.
I ship them.
I mentioned this on Wattpad in July or June, but I didn't add this notice here:
My computer blacked out a few days ago. I did not back up the work-in-progress chapters for my fics, which is why I deleted a lot, left most hanging, or published re-writes. I guess this is my punishment for "breaking up with them" when I lost all motivation.