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.