"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?"

UPDATED 4/04/2022

Hey there. Still alive. So, this past weekend I attended (with the insanely awesome Nova42) the SPN con in Indy. I bought the tickets two years ago, when the convention was supposed to take place in July 2020. Over the course of the past two years, my writing priorities have obviously moved away from fanfiction and towards original stories, and this novel, which I WILL complete a first draft of this year. (I'm like 15k words away at the moment.) The thing is...this con poked the fangirl who's been lying dormant inside me. Hearing the actors talk with such love about the show, the characters, and each other, getting to meet and have a moment with every single one of them (except Misha; he seemed off and really tired and was racing through his autographs) has rekindled my own love for SPN. I got to tell Jared and Jensen that they are the reason I'm a writer now, that I went from late-night fanfic in my college dorm room to 30 published fantasy and horror short stories. (I also have 3 of my SPN fanfics being published in an upcoming issue of a lit journal--I will make sure to come back and let you all know when it comes out!) Jared said "No shit? That's awesome!" Jensen sort of laughed and said, "You cut your teeth on fanfiction? Because there was nothing better to do?" but then he stopped me and asked "So what are you writing now?" I told him I was almost done with the first draft of my first novel, and he said "That's so cool. Congrats." It meant SO MUCH to be able to tell them what I've been carrying around in my heart for 16 years. I want to preserve that moment and that feeling here, and I want to take care of that fangirl inside, who still has stories to dig up and tell. I know she does.

TLDR; Don't count me out as a fic writer just yet!

I owe a lot of whoever I end up becoming as a writer to this show, these characters, and this community. Like and Follow "Chrissie Rohrman Writes Things" on Facebook, and Follow me @ChrissieRawrman on Twitter. I would love to interact with you and get to know you better!

Current WIP projects:

Atlas - an anthology of one-shots inspired by the fifty states. I know it's been way too long since I updated this, but it has NOT BEEN ABANDONED, it's just been very slow-moving. I have a couple of ideas in the chamber, for Montana (post 2X14 "Born Under a Bad Sign") and New York (timeline TBD but will be incredibly angsty.)

Bottled - One-shot set in those dark not-brothers days of S9. Think a bottle episode of a TV show, with the guys stuck in a room with nothing to do but talk.

Plus, whichever missing scene or episode tag strikes me as episodes air or when I rewatch DVDs. It happens.

Fic rec, if you're looking for something beautiful and worthwhile to read -

"Providence" by Nova42

UPDATE: I have begun playing around in the horrifying future laid out in the opening chapters of "Providence" - with permission, of course - and those fics are "Digging My Own Grave" and "For What It's Worth." There may be more down the pipeline; I'm really not in charge of these things.

I've been writing fanfic for going on 16 years, since I stumbled upon the fandom world in college. I cut my teeth in the "CSI" fandom, played around in "Stargate:Atlantis," and found a home in "Supernatural."

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'll always do my best to reply to all reviews, unless of course the site eats it and I don't get an alert. So to all those whose reviews will be eaten - thanks so much for taking the time to read anything you may find here! And for all guest reviewers!!! Your support and feedback means so much to me!

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.

"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 us 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?"