I finished that Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out fanfic a while ago, though it wasn’t picked for that anthology. I have to agree with that decision because I kind of rushed the writing. Ironically, the fic wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be because I was distracted by a video game. (Dragon’s Dogma, in case you were wondering. It’s not the greatest thing ( Read more... )

You know, I like Orphan Black and I like Avatar: The Last Airbender, but I don’t really see why both series should be featured in the same fanfic. Also, good holy crap but there are already thirty-one pages of Orphan Black fanfics on Archive of Our Own when the show is only a bit over a year old. I’ve forgotten what it was like to be in an active ( Read more... )

I revised the prologue because I thought the original was too wordy and kind of purple prose-y in bits. Henceforth follows the new version.

Zuko was thirteen years old when he realized that his father didn't love him.

At the time, this revelation came as a complete surprise to Zuko. Years later, with a clarity afforded by distance, he could ( Read more... )

There seems to be a peculiar project to create even more crappily written novellas for Worlds of Power, a defunct series of novellas based on video games released for the Nintendo Entertainment System console. Well, there’s nothing demanding that the submissions be terrible but apparently the original editions were really bad. I wondered exactly ( Read more... )

Herewith is a quick snippet of individual spirit snatched from the alienation of modern life (i.e., something I wrote while at work). It follows immediately after the previous scene I posted. This scene is unfinished but what the hell, here it is:

“I can’t be sure, but I’m almost positive this is your fault,” said Katara as she frantically ( Read more... )

Despite all appearances, I seriously am writing. Mica and claudiapriscus on AO3 kind of got me doing it all over again for He Said, She Said. Take a look:

“So what did you think of the play?” mumbled Toph around the stick of barbecued banana slices that was currently in her mouth.

“Two thumbs up,” said Zuko. “The director’s thumbs, I mean, ( Read more... )

Seriously, I’m writing. This excerpt is the opening of a project I’ve had on the backburner for over a year now, tentatively titled The Year of the Dragon:

Sometimes it’s hard to remember that we used to be at war with the Fire Nation. I can still remember running for my life as the last of their raids ravaged my clan one final time; I can ( Read more... )

I want to start writing again. I’ve kind of been distracted with my new-ish job, but I still want to keep with the fiction, both fan and otherwise. And guess what? That’s just what I’m going to do.

Also, I hadn’t realized it, but my return to fiction writing apparently happened on July of last year. I’ve been back in fiction for over a year now! ( Read more... )

“Fuck.”

Wow, who was the potty mouth who was cursing so early in the morning? Katara lifted her head and looked around the room where she’d woken up. She was apparently lying in a hammock attached to the walls of a room made entirely out of metal. There were miscellaneous bags of something lying on the floor (dimly, Katara remembered that the ( Read more... )

I thought that finishing off He Said, She Said would be fairly straightforward but I seem to have  come up against a wall. The last two chapters have been going through the Stations of the Canon, as it were, by following the progression of the episodes of Books One and Two. However, Part 2 ended in a way that blasted that sequence apart, meaning ( Read more... )