Author has written 98 stories for CSI, Supernatural, and Stargate: Atlantis.
"I don't like to write. I like having written."
"Of course it is in your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
11/03/15: Hello, Gentle Readers. You may not see much coming from me over the next month, as I buckle down and once more participate in National Novel Writing Month. While last year I used this challenge to finish a handful of dusty oneshots, I'm dedicating this NaNoWriMo to writing my next SPN multi-chap, Maelstrom. It is set in Season 3 and, like so many of my more recent stories seem to be, will be following a set of requirements put forth by my beloved Prompt Master. If anything comes to mind that JUST HAS TO BE WRITTEN, then I might have something to share before the end of the month. Besides that, wish me luck and words, and I shall be having the first chapter of a new story to you soon enough!
Some fic recs, if you're looking for something beautiful and worthwhile to read -
"Providence" by Nova42
"Livin' on a Prayer" by BlueRiverSteel
both WIP multi-chaps by fans who love and respect canon and these characters, and who have put their own wonderful, delicious spin on the story. I can't get enough of these stories. Dig in, and you won't be disappointed.
9/05/2015: The main project right now is "Atlas", which will eventually include a "chapter" that is a story inspired or driven by each of the fifty states. These stories will span the timeframe of the entire season, maybe some even falling pre-series, and will cover many genres, but will reside mostly in the drama/humor/hurt/comfort areas.
Chapter 1 - Kansas: Halfway to Everywhere. S5. Booze, bucket lists and basketball. Getting Sammy to the basketball game he's always wanted takes a darker turn. Drama/light Angst. 2800 words.
Chapter 2 - South Dakota: You Must Be Lost. Sam's tipping point. Mid-S9. Brief strong language. A dramatic last trip to Bobby's place turns unexpectedly into a close call that has Sam rethinking the line he's drawn with his brother. Dramatic front half, H/C on the back end. 7400 words.
Chapter 3 - Washington: We Look Good in Flannel. S2 post-Nightshifter. Dean knows his baby pretty well, but he's never been up her skirt quite like this before. Banter, ghosts, and Dean in the trunk. 2900 words.
I have a BA in Telecommunications with a focus on Design and Production from Indiana University, class of 2007. My favorite class was Screenwriting, during which I relied on a four-pack of Starbucks doubleshots to write most of a 90-page romcom the night before it was due, and received an A. During another production project I was able to pitch, write, and direct as though filming live a three-minute scene to fit into an episode of Seinfeld. Standing there with a headset, snapping my fingers and calling out, "Camera One, ready. Camera One, go," was one of the most exciting, most defining moments of my life. But the safety of a steady paycheck trumped the allure of pursuing my dream, so I am currently a (now award-winning) General Manager for McDonalds, which is exactly as glamorous as it sounds.
I've been writing fanfic for nearly ten years now, stretching my writing muscles for pursuing original ideas for screenplays, short stories, and maybe a novel in the (nearish) future. Cut my teeth in "CSI," played around in "Stargate:Atlantis," and found a home in "Supernatural." I'm in the beginning of what I'll call my second tour of this wonderful fandom.
I have three cats, two dogs, and one incredibly understanding and encouraging husband, who puts up with me spending A LOT of my spare time holed up in my office, never more than two feet from a notebook, or constantly watching TV with my laptop on my lap.
My musical inspirations come from Jimmy Eat World, as evidenced by many of my story titles. My writing playlist consists of the albums "Clarity" by Jimmy Eat World, "Eyes Open" by Snow Patrol, and "Interventions and Lullabies" by The Format.
My writing inspirations are Joss Whedon (who is my spirit animal), Aaron Sorkin, Mindy Kaling, and Ben Edlund (who it turns out penned some of my favorite Angel episodes, like "Sacrifice" before writing some of my favorite SPN episodes), and several real-life friends who awe me with their talent and floor me with their creativity.
I dabble mostly in humor and H/C, and with the exception of one AU challenge response fic, and the one-shot I wrote prior to the S8 premiere, will stick as close to canon as humanly possible. This is most assuredly NOT the place to look for smut or slash.
I think that's more than enough about me...thanks to all for the continuing reads and support over these long, sporadically updated years.
Words of inspiration I stare at while I write, or try to...
"The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell, whether he knows it or not. He will be dining for the duration on a diet of isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt, and humiliation." - Steven Pressfield, The War of Art, a book that I recommend to ANYONE suffering any form of blockage in what they wish they were doing with their life, even if it isn't writing.
"You get ideas from daydreams. You get ideas from being bored. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it." - Galman
"I didn't want to start writing something of my own because to do that I'd have to start writing something. I love writing but I hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, 'You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless.I'm not your agent and I'm not your mommy, I'm a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?' And I really, really don't. I don't want any trouble. I'll go peaceable-like." - Aaron Sorkin
"How do we move forward when we are tired and afraid? What do we do when the voice in our head is yelling that WE ARE NEVER GONNA MAKE IT? How do we drag ourselves through the muck when our brain is telling is youaredumbandyouwillneverfinishandnoonecaresanditistimethatyoustop?
Well, the first thing we do is take our brain out and put it in a drawer. Stick it somewhere and let it tantrum until it wears itself out. You may still hear the brain and all of the shitty things it is saying to you, but it will be muffled, and just the fact that it is not in your head anymore will make things seem clearer. And then you just do it. You just dig in and write. You use your body. You lean over the computer and stretch and pace. You write and then cook something and then write some more. You put your hand on your heart and feel it beating and decide if what you wrote feels true. You do it because the doing of it is the thing. The doing is the thing. The talking and worrying and thinking is not the thing." - Amy Poehler.
"Confess to yourself in the deepest hour of the night whether you would die if you were forbidden to write. Dig deep into your heart, where the answer spreads its roots in your being, and ask yourself solemnly, Must I write?"