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I stumbled on Supernatural fanfic by accident and was instantly addicted. Even read the
Wincest ones. I even enjoyed some of them... (a lot of them,
actually.) A good story is a good story, subject matter not withstanding.
Startling personality revelation to say the least.  Ta  for all the smashing writers of fanfic,
you let us live vicariously through our favorite characters more than the once weekly
allotment of eposode time.

 
I have been writing for years, but being the slow learner I am, I had no idea
fanfic web sites existed. Glory be to God and the rain came down, I was among
my own kind!

I love the reviews, they keep me pumped. Talk about instant gratification! I
like a good story as well as the prerequisite angst and pain of which I am so
terribly fond and am thrilled to discover, in this, I am not alone...(Turns out
I'm not as warped as I thought I was. Which is good...I think...) My stuff tends
to be a little on the dark side, usually a lot of emotional and or physical
turmoil, mostly with Dean Winchester, if you're a Supernatural fan.
I  also like simple, but strong descriptions, I want  readers to feel the rain and
smell the blood, but not have to wade hip deep  through a lot of superfluous words to get there.

Me, personally, I'm tall, dark haired (at the moment) and have green eyes. 
I wear a gold snake earcuff made from my old class  ring and some diamonds from
a necklace I found in a parking lot and two silver  thumb rings. I have a green and
black tattoo of a celtic knot on the inside of  my right forearm and just acquired a
new one on the left inside forearm.

I'm told I can be very intimidating when I'm not being charming. (My son says,
 I'm not intimidating...I'm frightening (?) I never did anything to
HIM) It depends on what I want and whether or not my good friend prozac
and I have united that day. (The fact that I am writing on this web site instead
of sitting in prison for murder or lying on my back in a grave is a testament to
what that little jewel can do.)

I have been, among other things, an antique dealer, an exotic dancer, a
graphic designer, layout artist and art director, a bakery manager/cake
decorator, cafeteria manager, used books dealer, a car dealer and a suicidal
depressive. I own several large, lazy, useless cats and am in possession of a very
patient man who readily indulges my various obsessions and treats me like I am
made of glass. I have two children who have happily grown up in a kind of 'Night
of the Living Dead' world. (If the world is ever overcome by vampires or
zombies, my kids are who you want at your back). My tastes have always drifted
toward the bizarre and I guess I passed that along to them.

My own mother once asked me (after finding a bunch of books on witchcraft
under my bed) not to get too weird. I'm the relative that gets pulled out at
family groups and is introduced to strangers as "You've got to meet
Terry!" When I was a kid I spent a lot of time playing in the graveyard near
where we lived, (trying to break into the masoleum, if you really want to
know).

We collect swordcanes, among other things, (my son stabbed me in the leg with
one once, long story, accident...he said) and I keep a hunting knife next to the
driver's seat in my car, (It belonged to my grandmother, what can I say, I'm
sentimental like that). 


I took up knife throwing at my husband's encouragement. and have since acquired
a nice collection of edged weaponry We also have a 7 foot
blowgun and a hand held crossbow. The best presents  my husband ever gave
me were a stuffed elephant I sleep with and a Swiss Army  knife. I don't sleep
with that, he won't let me because of the spider dreams, but it goes where I go.

He also recently gifted me with a beautiful wooden stake to add to our
vampire kit. It's got a good grip, well balanced and the business end is sharp
as hell and smoother than glass. (Well, I liked it!)  Craftsmanship is craftsmanship.

As an anniversary present, he got me a life size animatronic zombie butler
for our entry. White gloves, tuxedo, the whole nine yards. We named him Edward
and he breathes, laughs, talks and moves his eyes. A man who truly understands a
woman's needs is a gift! 

I once set myself on fire (never volunteer to light a big pile of gunpowder
with a kitchen match) and was  thrown from the back of a truck after an
unexpected game of chicken when I was eighteen (asphalt burns HURT,
it literally burned the clothing form my back and when people write about the
effects of concussions they're not kidding around, it IS possible
to see two of something.) It took 20 years to find out who was driving the
other vehicle.

Oh yeah, I once punched my best friend in the eye with the butt of a gun.
Thinking back, it was really her fault, she startled me, she wasn't supposed to
be standing there.

I think it's a sin to take yourself to seriously, or anything else for that
matter. Unbelievably, there is humor in everything, or at least something to
smile about, even if it's a sad smile and it takes a little time to find. (As
proof, I offer the fact that when my mother died we picked out a casket that
reminded us of her car and kidded around about having her beloved bumper sticker
put on the coffin. It read. "Not a well woman." She would have loved that.)

I'm very sarcastic by nature and am one of those acidic people who can look
at someone and see the neon sign on their forehead that flashes
'potential
victim'
. Some people are born with silver spoons in their mouth. In my
family, we're born with razor blades for tongues. It's a sickness...

Hopefully, I will be able to channel my darker side into my stories and art and not
outward at the people who are forced to share space with me. They tend to keep a
safe distance anyway.

I will keep writing and creating art as long as someone tells me they want to
read or see my stuff. I won't stop writing, or doing art for my own sick entertainment,
but it's nice to know  someone else is giving it a look and hopefully enjoying it,
so it's worth posting.

Ta to everyone who checks out my stuff, whether you liked it or not. Hopefully you
did. Ta always for any comments, good or bad. Hopefully good. Writers and artists 
are nothing without the readers and lookers, we are trees falling in an empty
forest without you wonderful people to acknowledge us and throw treasured
tidbits our way. Ta so much for them, they are priceless.


And ta for taking the time to come here and try and find out who I am. If you
figure it out, e-mail me. I'd like to know too, although I do have my
suspicions.

Family mantras:
1. Work with what you got.
2. It's NEVER to late to try.

Family lessons: (No crap, my kids will repeat this verbatim if you ask)
1. In the case of zombies. Cut the head off, then burn the
body and head in seperate piles.

2. You can't get out of the back of a police car if you
don't have a screwdriver.

3. ALWAYS carry a knife. Better to have it
and not need it, than need it and not have it.

 Family policy: Be nice. If nice doesn't cut it, then do what
you need to, to control the situation.

 My daughter has a movie out on DVD, called Johnny
Sunshine: Maximum Violence
, from Dissolve
Pictures distributed by Brain Damage
Films. She's Johnny. The one wearing electrical tape. If you want to see the
trailer you can probably Google it or go to YouTube. It's played at the Hong King
Film Festival and was screened at Cannes . I'm very proud of her. If you see the
trailer you really will wonder what kind of a mother I am. The guy beating the crap
out of her was her real life boyfriend at the time.

I AM ashamed of one thing about the movie.

She KNOWS that's not how you kill zombies.
Where did I go wrong... 

My son is a graphic artist who just gaduated from school and holds down
one full time job and one part time. He's very creative. He minds his own
business and lives the sort of life that I know one day will have people
saying about him: He was always so quiet...


My fanfic, "Chipping Away", won first place in the category, Chick Flick
Moments and Best Story Overall in the 2nd round of the SNFA Awards 


Cry In The Night won something too but I forget what. (rolls eyes, I can't
believe me)

I was an artist and writer for the first and second Supernatural Virtual
Season. My Virtual Season Episode "Writhe"
won first place
in the category, Daytime TV and was Runner Up for Best Story Overall in the 4th
round of the SNFA Awards. 


Reading all this crap is like sitting thru the credits at a movie hoping for
an easter egg.

You know what the really pathetic thing about this profile is? Every damned 
word is true...

Onward and upward or as I am wont to  say...beauty is pain.
 
This is all there is.
 
Go do something .

Seriously.