Still here.
... For now anyway, but as it is impossible to pay for this account (due to LJ being Russian in origin) I will loose my Icons and this will revert to a non-paid account. It is too bad. But the stories will remain here, so most the LJ will continue to work as before, but you'll be slapped with endless adds, which I tried to avoid. I'm sorry.
Right now I've moved all things LiveJournal to Dreamwidth (new account) Once it's up to date and up to my liking I will share the link, but it will no longer be just Brothers & Sisters fanfic only it will have everything, so also my personal posts, though a lot of those are most times set to 'private'.
Hopefully I can get it organised soon enough.
Right now I've moved all things LiveJournal to Dreamwidth (new account) Once it's up to date and up to my liking I will share the link, but it will no longer be just Brothers & Sisters fanfic only it will have everything, so also my personal posts, though a lot of those are most times set to 'private'.
Hopefully I can get it organised soon enough.
Just calculated...
I just made a correction on some old lists and I found out that since 2007 I've written for B&S 380 fanfic stories, consisting of 1156 chapters with a total of 2.075.845 words! That is insane!
all my stories: 2022
all my stories: 2021
Something else...
... I had planned on writing a Christmas-fic. Was quite well on my way with it too, but then I got a phone-call (halfway December) that one of my cousins had died.
I didn't know her well. My father and her mother (brother and sister) had some argument at a certain point which meant that I didn't see my cousins for many years and by the time that my dad and his sister patched things up, the distance between me and my cousins had grown rather wide. We don't hate each other or something. When/if we see each other we get along great, and we tell each other that we should meet up more often, but then... nothing happens and we all we lead our own lives. And time goes on.
Now, her death shocked me, not so much because of her, because I didn't really know her all that well, but she was bit older than me, obese like me, fighting inner demons like me and her death made me quite aware of my own mortality. My obesity will kill me if I don't stop. And I KNOW it.
She probably died of heart-failure, but at the same time, she didn't really take good care of herself. (I'm just as stubborn, I fear) She had had a medical procedure, but didn't follow the medical advice to help herself get well again. She apparently sabotaged herself (that would be me too).
Her death killed my Christmas mood (well, that, and my hubby and daughter complaining that I always go overboard with Christmas. Which I do. Because it used to be my favorite holiday/party. )
I no longer 'felt' the story. It will stay on my computer, I fear. Along with a few other stories, that just don't move along either. The positive is: I now have a full 11 months to finish it for next year. :D
So, that was the reason why, despite my earlier optimism, there was no Christmas story for B&S this (last) year.
I didn't know her well. My father and her mother (brother and sister) had some argument at a certain point which meant that I didn't see my cousins for many years and by the time that my dad and his sister patched things up, the distance between me and my cousins had grown rather wide. We don't hate each other or something. When/if we see each other we get along great, and we tell each other that we should meet up more often, but then... nothing happens and we all we lead our own lives. And time goes on.
Now, her death shocked me, not so much because of her, because I didn't really know her all that well, but she was bit older than me, obese like me, fighting inner demons like me and her death made me quite aware of my own mortality. My obesity will kill me if I don't stop. And I KNOW it.
She probably died of heart-failure, but at the same time, she didn't really take good care of herself. (I'm just as stubborn, I fear) She had had a medical procedure, but didn't follow the medical advice to help herself get well again. She apparently sabotaged herself (that would be me too).
Her death killed my Christmas mood (well, that, and my hubby and daughter complaining that I always go overboard with Christmas. Which I do. Because it used to be my favorite holiday/party. )
I no longer 'felt' the story. It will stay on my computer, I fear. Along with a few other stories, that just don't move along either. The positive is: I now have a full 11 months to finish it for next year. :D
So, that was the reason why, despite my earlier optimism, there was no Christmas story for B&S this (last) year.
Been reading some of my old stories...
Just wondering...
... should I write a Christmas story or not? I WANT to, but inspiration is thin. Plus, no one seems to care that much about the Walkers anymore. Should I? Things are a bit weird in my life right now, so I've put back my 'comfort blanket' called Kevin/Scotty back on and I like to think about a story.
At the same time, I think "Why bother?".
But I miss the boys. They were there when things were bad in my life and, now that things are once again not easy, I want to go back in my little bubble.
I keep going around in circles of this.
At the same time, I think "Why bother?".
But I miss the boys. They were there when things were bad in my life and, now that things are once again not easy, I want to go back in my little bubble.
I keep going around in circles of this.