This is, as near as I can figure, a complete list of all the stories I have finished in the past five years. If I were really going to be a diligent archivist of my fannish work, I suppose I should also hunt down the stuff I wrote in the HP fandom-- but I'm not cruel enough to inflict that on anyone reading this journal. There may be some ficlets ( Read more... )

This morning I sat down and wrote a seven page letter to my sister, who's in the Peace Corp in Paraguay.  I've done this almost every Saturday since she left in September, and sometimes more than once a week.  I get to talk to her every few weeks via Skype, but I'm usually so glad to talk to her that I forget to tell her things, remembering only ( Read more... )

Well, I hope all is well with you guys.  I'm in the midst of a massive cleaning spree, and I've been working on getting rid of lots of old papers and notebooks.  And as I've been going through all these notebooks, I've found a ton of old doodles and such.  And since I'm not really capable of getting rid of old notebooks, I thought maybe I'd scan ( Read more... )

I hope those of you who celebrate had a lovely, tryptophan-filled Thanksgiving-- and that those who don't had a lovely Thursday ( Read more... )

(No, this isn't a fic post. I'm a bit off my feed at the moment, so fic might be a while in coming ( Read more... )

Oh, lord. Where to start. I haven't updated this journal in-- almost a year? So there's a lot to explain.

Wait. There is too much. Let me sum up:

Career-wise (Since that's the last thing I posted about):* I made it through my first year of teaching without crying, shouting, or otherwise second-guessing my career path. \o ( Read more... )

I GOTTA JOB.

Teaching AP and Honors World History at a school with an International Studies magnet program! Which is like-- dude. When I went to the first interview, I thought I'd be teaching on-level Government/Econ to a bunch of disaffected seniors. Which would have been fine, because-- JOB! And I like teaching, even the disaffected seniors ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wish my dreams were quieter.

I don't mean that I wish they were more pastoral or more peaceful, you understand-- I just wish they were quieter. I know some people dream in black and white, and others in color-- I'm a color dreamer myself-- but I also dream with full stereo surround sound. And it's loud. It's like I've got a full ( Read more... )

I know some people write best in silence, alone in a quiet room, but I don't. I like a little bit of noise and bustle, something to provide some background and distraction when I get stumped on a word or phrase. So this morning I packed up my laptop and trekked down to the local coffee shop to see if I could pound out the end to Words and stones ( Read more... )

Anti-story because I am never going to actually write it, you see. This is just, like--

(does a word count)

Well, shit.

This is nine thousand fucking words worth of a post-Children of Earth Torchwood story outline, where I try to fix the whole Ianto thing without retconning the world. It's an epistolary stream-of-conscious blathery outline ( Read more... )