Hi all!

Well, it's been a while. Ever since the fanfic, I hit a fairly deep rut creatively, and just had to stop, y'know? Let's call it a personal sabbatical. I've got a few more ideas bouncing around in my head, but for once l need to write something not featuring characters from NBC's Thursday night line-up.

( Let's talk about FOX instead. )

 Yeah, so my mom got into a bit of an "archival" stage while I was off at college. She found my old stack of sketchbooks and scanned in the Terri Clark sketches I've done. Then an old art teacher asked me to put them up online with some comments and original photos for comparison. (It'll at least be entertaining for the Hat Brats.)

( Feeling Brave? Let's Go On. )

FIN.

A/N: To my awesome readers: I love you all.
Up Next: Gavin Returns?

#14: Rockefeller Tree Lighting

One more night… She thought to herself as she struggled to pull herself up out of the wheelchair and put her weight on the railing. Tomorrow she would be getting a walking boot and could finally ditch her wheelchair. She really wanted to throw it off the roof, but Jack had laughed and shook his head ten offered to sink ( Read more... )

 This is what happens when I have GAC on while writing. 1st fanmix, and it's country... yeah. All sappy country love songs, some really whiny but a few upbeat's. All describing the start of the awesomeness known as Jack/Liz. And I own none of them.


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“Until the flute incident. I was thirteen.”

“Oh.” His face lowers and she takes his hand. Even through his leather gloves and her knit mittens, she can feel the warmth of his hand, and she loves it. It’s their third ‘official’ date, not counting the nights they spent in alternating beds with an empty box of pizza and their clothes all over the ( Read more... )

Uuber-fluffy and short. My apologies. Finals week.

#13: Hands

clickity-clackity-clickityclackity-clickity-clakity-clickity

The sound is faint, but it's enough to rouse him; laying in bed wondering if it's mice or if the guy two floors up is trying to re-kindle his dreams of being Fred Astaire again. He looks over to the left side of the bed- he's ( Read more... )

#12: Relaxation Techniques

"I feel like Lieutenant Dan."

"Would you prefer if I let go and let you roll down a hill?" She rolls her eyes. Truth be told, wheeling around New York City does remind her of the legless Lieutenant from Forrest Gump, but Jack's with her and her leg's poking out in front of her like a jouster's lance.

The Saturday after ( Read more... )

 #11: Fragile

It's Thursday when Pete calls. Jonathan almost manages to get Jack to ignore the call; they both know it's about Liz. Jack convinces Jonathan to put it through after promising five minutes in his private bathroom. Jonathan actually screams. Jack notes down to get a janitor after Jonathan's done before picking up.

"Pete?"

"It's bad, Jack ( Read more... )

 #10: People Will Talk

Despite his protests, she goes to work Monday morning. She tries her hardest to act normal, but she's getting stares because of the wheelchair and the purple lump on her face. He knows it's hard for even some of the more mature employees to keep from looking at her; thus the TGS floor will be impossible for her to navigate.

He ( Read more... )