| Update! And New Fan Fiction! |
[Jul. 7th, 2009|01:59 am] |
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I'm still alive!
I know, I haven't updated in a very long time. Nevertheless, I'll try to keep this brief.
In case anyone was wondering, the Dr. Horrible fic didn't quite pan out. I write on it occasionally, but I think it's pretty well dead in the water. I'm a bit sad about that, but I've moved on.
Meanwhile, over the past couple months, I've (rather obsessively) watched every episode of Supernatural. I know a lot of people mock the show, but it's actually surprisingly deep. So much so, in fact, that immediately after finishing the last episode of season 4, I started writing a new fic. Which is why I'm posting today. So, without further ado...
Title: Apocalypse Soon
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R (or M, depending on your rating system)
Summary: After “Lucifer Rising.” The apocalypse has begun, but Lucifer is nowhere to be found. The brothers have vowed to hunt him down, but bad blood runs deep, and demons of their past aren't resting easy.
Genres: Drama/Suspense
Pairings: Dean/Anna, Sam/Ruby with light bloodplay (neither pairing is central to the story)
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5197041/1/
I think that about does it. Please let me know if you like it by reviewing. And if you want updates on future chapters, please subscribe through ff.net. Because we all know how reliable I am about keeping this journal updated.
Arrivederci!
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| OBAMA! ...and an informal poll |
[Nov. 6th, 2008|11:01 pm] |
I know it's been a while since I've posted, but I don't have the energy to make a big post about my life, so I'll just cover a couple of topics quickly.
First off, Obama's election. I voted for him, and I could not be more thrilled that he won. I am so glad to have been able to take place in such an historic election, but mostly, I am just so happy that there will finally be someone in office the majority of Americans can actually be proud of.
Okay, to the poll. Well, eventually, after a few more quick notes. First off, my What if..? fic is pretty much dead at this point. There is almost no chance of resurrecting it. I've moved on. I'm sorry to anyone who was following it. After my computer's hard drive crashed, I just didn't have the motivation to rewrite all I'd lost.
In the meantime, I believe I have mentioned that I'm working on an original werewolf novel. That is still underway. I'm currently at six chapters with nearly 30,000 words. I'm hoping to get it published someday, so fingers crossed.
Okay, now the poll. After recently seeing Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog (which is absolutely awesome, by the way), I have started writing a fan fiction to it. It's a very dark fic set right after the events of the Blog. Now, this is nothing major, it certainly won't take over my life like Checkmate did. It's just a fun little thing. So, for my questions...
ETA: Damn, I misspelled definitely in my poll and I can't figure out how to fix it! Grr.... Please note, I'd fix it if I could.
Poll #1292870 Dr. Horrible Fic Poll
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 3What is your opinion of Dr. Horrible? Would you be interested in reading a Dr. Horrible fan fiction written by myself?
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| Yes, I know... |
[Oct. 8th, 2008|03:35 pm] |
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...I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy, what with life and all. I actually have one now. I quite enjoy it.
Anyone who reads "What if..?" may have noticed that I haven't been updating. That fic has been put on an indefinite hiatus. I just don't have the energy or motivation to work on it anymore. Maybe someday. But I doubt it.
On a happier note, I have an original werewolf novel well underway. My word count is currently 13,592 and still climbing. I'm crossing my fingers that this might be the one I stick to for publication. Right now I'm motivating myself by bringing chapters in to this writing critique group that I'm in called Writer's Ink. The reception of chapter 1 was very positive, and I should be getting feedback on chapter 2 today.
You may be asking, why werewolves? Well, frankly, I'm sick of all the books out there that are either the point of view of vampires or people who fall in love with vampires. I want a book that gives the werewolf a voice for a change. Yes, there will still be vampires in the story and they will play a major role. But the werewolves are the focus. Well, them and the government conspiracy. And who doesn't love a good government conspiracy?
By the way, quick poll for anyone who may by chance be reading this: How do you like the book title, "The White Room"? Too generic? Has it been done? My working title is currently "Were," but I highly doubt I'll be going with that. It's way too general and it gives away too much. |
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| Well... |
[Aug. 26th, 2008|02:29 pm] |
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It's official. My computer's old hard drive is completely fried. They couldn't recover any files. Checkmate is safe since it's all posted online, but much of What if..? has been lost. I don't know if I'm going to go back and try to redo the latter story yet. I won't be any time soon. So if there are any readers who see this, I apologize. I hope I'll be able to finish it. If not...well, that's that, I guess. Chalk it up to experience. I know to back up my story files now.
Classes have started again. Joy. Actually, it's not so bad. I'm going to have a ton of homework though, so there won't be much time for writing. Less for pleasure reading (I'm an English major, so by the time I finish homework, the last thing I want to do is read more books).
Yeah, I don't really want to type right now. I just posted this to update on the hard drive situation. |
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| *sob* |
[Aug. 19th, 2008|03:11 am] |
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I am seriously on the verge of tears right now.
I think my Macbook hard drive might be screwed. And if it is, that means almost all of my writing is gone. All of my original stories, all of What if..? that hasn't been posted yet, all of my incomplete fan fictions. All gone.
Anyone who tells me to just get over it will be drawn and quartered. Those stories are like my children. The thought of losing it all is unbearable.
I'll update again when I know for certain either way. If everything really is gone, this might mark an abrupt ending for What if..?. I will have lost so many unposted pages, there's no way I could reproduce them without compromising the story considerably. Honestly, I think I'll have lost the drive to even work on it at all.
I know I should have been backing up my files all along. But why must the fates be so cruel as to screw my hard drive on the very day that I got my new 8 GB flash drive and was actually able to back up the files? |
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| All righty |
[Aug. 1st, 2008|08:55 pm] |
Question submission for Checkmate is officially closed. I'll probably finish up answering the questions and post them within the next few days.
Not much else to update on today. Foot's still broken, but not casted. The orthopedic specialist is going to check over it again on the 11th. I really just want to be done with this.
And guess what? I'm actually going to have a social life this fall! I'm in the English and Harry Potter clubs (serving as secretary in the former), I'm planning to join a writer's group called Writer's Ink, my friend Amelia and I are talking about getting together once a week or so to hang out, and I'm going to a birthday party for my friend Marlee at the end of this month. All of that coupled with my four literature classes and a technical communications class means that I'm going to be busy as hell.
Oh well. It's all good.
Next post will contain the Checkmate Q & A. |
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| Life and Writing Updates |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|04:10 pm] |
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Apparently after two weeks my foot isn't healing. So I'm getting it casted on Monday. Joy.
I'm also back to enjoying the single life. I don't particularly want to talk about the reasons. I've already repeated it three times and I'm sick of telling it. I just want to forget and move on.
In spite of all this, I'm actually rather happy right now. And I'm not even medicated.
I've started work on an original horror novel. I'm only a little over 3,000 words into it, but I'm really optimistic about it. I won't give much specific information here since I'm hoping to try for publication someday. Only a select few friends are allowed advance previews and plot details. All I will say is that I am a wimp when it comes to psychological horror (I also love it. Go figure.), so it's a miracle that I'm actually managing to write this thing. Especially since it involves a number of elements that actively scare the shit out of me. Which is probably a good thing, because if it scares me, there's a decent chance it might scare someone else. I'm fairly optimistic about that, too. I showed the rough prologue to someone and she said it made her cry. (Not in terror though, it just happened to be a very emotionally jarring sequence.) Actually, in the original concept, this story was going to be written as a movie script, because a lot of the scenes seemed like they would play out really well on the big screen. Plus it could be done fairly low budget due to the horror being almost purely psychological. But I made it through almost one whole scene before realizing something: I can't write movie scripts to save my life.
To any readers of my fanfiction who may see this: Don't worry. My fic What if..? hasn't been abandoned. I've just taken a short hiatus from it on account of really not being in the mood. I also haven't forgotten about my promise to answer questions about Checkmate. Failing major emergencies or complete computer/internet failure, those will still be posted sometime in early August. That update will also include further information on my fanfiction future and maybe even a few more details about my original projects. So stay tuned.
I've pretty well figured it out. Even if I never sell a single novel, I'll be writing my whole life. Even if I go blind and lose the use of both my hands, I'll find a way. I'll probably be dictating twelve stories on my death bed just to get them out before I go.
Morbid? Maybe. But it feels good to say.
Vivo; por lo tanto, escribo.
(Translation: I live; therefore, I write.) |
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| You know what |
[Jul. 15th, 2008|06:45 pm] |
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Screw being nice. The jackass stole forty dollars out of my purse.
Ding dong, the fucker's gone. I hope he rots in an alley somewhere. |
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[Jul. 15th, 2008|02:37 pm] |
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Well, I think it's over. I mean, really over.
Honestly, I think I'm more relieved than anything.
I know this won't make sense to most. I may post again in a few days to explain. Or I may not. At the moment, I could go either way. |
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| . . . . |
[Jul. 11th, 2008|07:33 am] |
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Rant time.
My foot hurts. If that was my only problem, I'd be in heaven. My other leg is stiff and sore as hell from having to support all my weight, I'm still trying to learn how to properly walk on my crutches, and I almost fell down in the kitchen earlier because of a slick spot on the floor. Unfortunately, that last incident caused me to put weight on my bad foot at an extremely bad angle. Pain. Shooting pain. It didn't help that I was about two hours late in taking my hydrocodone, so I had no painkillers in me at the time. I'm lucky I made it back into the living room without collapsing.
I don't think I've ever used the phrase, "Lord, give me strength" before today. I've muttered it under my breath at least three times already this morning, in addition to praying every few feet just for the strength to finish what needed to be done (i.e. taking my pills and getting my breakfast) so I could rest again.
Good thing there's no one at home right now, or I'd be cursing them out for no reason. It doesn't help that a certain someone yesterday was trying to say that the pain he was experiencing from being on his feet all day was equal to or greater than my own. I don't care if it was or not, I don't need someone making me feel fucking guilty for being in pain. If he'd been here to say it to me just now, I probably wouldn't be speaking to him for a week. Well, either that or taking a swing at him with one of my crutches. That might be more satisfying.
It's rare for me to say that I hate my life. But, at this moment in time, I do. Very much. |
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| Oh, Joy |
[Jul. 10th, 2008|04:20 pm] |
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Guess what? I broke a bone in my foot. I have to keep my foot wrapped up and be on crutches for a while. Oh, and I'm taking steroids for the swelling and hydrocodone-apap for the pain (again!). I have to go back to my doctor for a follow-up in two weeks and then to an orthopedic specialist in a month to make sure I'm healing properly. Hopefully it does heal properly, because I really don't want to have to wear a full cast.
Bright side, it seems I have a fairly high tolerance for pain. I cried for like ten minutes yesterday, but I haven't cried since. And that's even with attempting to hobble around on the thing while at the hospital.
Looks like I'm going to be doing a lot of sitting for a while. I suppose I'll be able to get a lot of writing done. |
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| FUCK, OW! |
[Jul. 10th, 2008|06:55 am] |
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I stepped on a curb weird yesterday and fell down. Now the side of my foot is swollen up and I can't walk on it. I'll be heading out to the doctor as soon as mi madre's made an appointment.
Will update with further details when I get back. |
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| Disturbing Mental Image of the Day |
[Jun. 27th, 2008|03:02 pm] |
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I started rereading Goblet of Fire last night. I got to the part in the first chapter where Wormtail is telling Voldemort something along the lines of, "there's a little left in the bottle, if you're still hungry."
That gave me this horrible mental image of Wormtail cradling deformed fetus!Voldemort and feeding him with a baby bottle.
I started having convulsions around the time Voldemort described Wormtail's feeding him as "nursing."
Man, I don't remember GoF being so disturbing last time I read it.
*shudder* |
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| New Fic! |
[Jun. 24th, 2008|03:01 pm] |
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I was hit by inspiration a few nights ago and, against my better judgment, started a brand new HP fanfiction. I posted the first chapter last night. That said, I'll give some basic info here and links for anyone who's interested.
Title: What if..?
Rating: PG-13 or T, depending on the site
Genre: Drama/Mystery
Ships: none worth noting, since they aren't the focus. It's mostly just canon ships anyway.
Warning: Spoilers for Deathly Hallows
Summary: The Seeing Stone: an incredibly rare, powerful magical object which allows the viewer to play out alternate timelines. Seven years after the battle at Hogwarts, Harry finds himself wondering, "What if..?"
Links: ff.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/557361/
Fictionalley: http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/melissa_potter/WI01.html
Reviews are much appreciated. I doubt that this fic will wind up as long as Checkmate was, but you never know. My mind is still reeling to figure out how I'm going to work the major plot twists. |
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| . . . |
[Jun. 17th, 2008|07:21 pm] |
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Well, that's it. I just submitted the epilogue of Checkmate. You can see it right now on ff.net. It might take a while to show up on Fictionalley. I don't think the full weight of it has hit me just yet. I mean, this isn't really the end. I still have the question-answer session to look forward to.
...yeah. |
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| Update |
[Jun. 16th, 2008|01:07 pm] |
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Yes, I know, I missed a few days. I've been sleeping a lot. I just thought I'd post to say that my jaw's feeling a lot better now. (My tongue, however, does not feel so hot. I think I've been absentmindedly chewing on it while on my pain pills.) I went to see the oral surgeon this morning for a follow up appointment and he says everything looks good. At this point, he's prescribed me a slightly higher dose of the muscle relaxers to take before I go to sleep for the next couple weeks (to keep me from grinding my teeth at night). I'm also supposed to start weaning myself off the ibuprofen. Hopefully I won't have to take any more of the hydrocodone.
So I still have to take pills for a while. But the end is in sight!
Speaking of endings that are in sight, to readers of Checkmate: I've started editing the epilogue. I'm probably going to go over it at least twice to make sure I don't want to add anything, but it's very likely that I'll be able to post it by the end of the week.
Now I'm off to bed, 'cause I didn't get much sleep last night. |
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| *whimper* |
[Jun. 12th, 2008|05:37 am] |
It's 5:40 in the morning. I just took a hydrocodone tab about ten minutes ago. I can't take my ibuprofen for another twenty minutes. My ice packs are frozen solid and, therefore, unusable.
In short, I'm about five seconds away from crying. |
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| *cries* |
[Jun. 11th, 2008|06:43 am] |
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OW!
Pain....radiating....pain.
I can't even use my ice packs, 'cause one set is frozen solid and the other is still barely below room temperature.
I'll give the ibuprofen another half an hour. Then I'm going for the good pill. |
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| Hi ya'll |
[Jun. 10th, 2008|12:19 pm] |
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I'll just say one thing: Hydrocodone-apap is a godsend. I woke up in pain at 4:30 in the morning and took my four ibuprofen. An hour later, I was still in pain, so I took a Hydrocodone-apap and strapped an ice pack to my head. Half an hour later, I was lying on my bed either no pain or so little I didn't register it. Sure it made me tired as hell and I kept seeing phantoms of my cat behind my eyelids, but I was able to sleep in until the jolly hour of noon.
Don't worry. I'm not going to get hooked. I'm only allowing myself to take the hydrocodone when the ibuprofen isn't enough. Which it looks like that happens when I sleep in and don't take a dose for nine and a half hours. (I'm supposed to take three to four ibuprofen every six hours. I'm guessing the muscle relaxer is what had me sleeping in until the pain got that bad.)
Excuse me while I go worship my wonderful oral surgeon. My dentist was right, he's great. (By the by, I think I've got like the best doctors ever. Not only did my surgeon call a few hours after I went home to make sure I was okay, my dentist called later that day, too!) |
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