I'm back, and I'm killing time before classes start. So have some memes.

Request any fic of mine and I will provide you with a commentary/annotations, like a DVD extra.

Interview one of my characters. Canon or original characters apply, and my characters will answer your questions as honestly as is appropriate for them.


1) I read fast. Like, really fast. If I've got nothing else to do, I can go through about two books a day, particularly if I've read them before. I think my record is six books in one day (four of them were Magic School Bus). This has manifested itself in a tendency to not read class assignments until the night before, a books-to-read list that's a book in itself, and a tendency to carry a book everywhere. Yes, even to the bookstore.

2) I take long walks where I do nothing but listen to music and talk to myself. This is technically a business thing, since I usually talk out story problems. Sometimes, though, I'm doing nothing more then telling myself AU angsty fanfics that I'd never in a million years write down or share, so don't ask (well, unless you're Puck and are prepared to bribe me. Or maybe El and Sarah).

3) I still have a pillow that my mother made for me when I was a baby. It's called my Little Pillow (I was very imaginative as a kid) and it goes with me everywhere. Currently it is lying on my bed with a stuffed horse sitting on it. It's nearly flat by now, since all the stuffing has been loved out of it, and the fabric is worn so thin you can read a book through it. Sometime in my early teens my mother took the original pillow apart, put the original fabric on sturdy, white fabric, put new stuffing in, and gave it back. Currently, it has a pillowcase on it that matches the quilt Mom made for me after my freshman year in college. In short, my mother expresses her love through bedding material, and I love all of it.

4) My earliest memory is of sitting in a hospital playroom, waiting for my brother to be born. I am just short of two and a half years old, and I am feeding my father a plastic hamburger. He is being very kind and pretending to eat it. My mother insists that this was not in fact when my brother was being born but rather a week later, when he had to go back to the hospital for something; however, I remember very clearly that Tim was being born. Fallacies of memory, I suppose.

5) I almost always drink water or tea, and in this heat it's usually water. It's extremely rare that I'll drink anything else. I have soda on occasion, but it usually gives me a caffiene headache, so I haven't had any since the soda machine at work ran out of everything except Coke. I'll occasionally drink juice, but I can't stand milk (unless it's a dash in Irish Breakfast tea), and I've never drunk coffee in my life.

6) What I really, really want out of life is to be remembered well. That's about all.


"I certainly haven’t slept without nightmares since I left Raith, but that’s hardly new. As long as I can remember, I’ve dreamt of fire and blood and death, destruction on a scale no one alive can even imagine. Maybe Holocaust survivors can come close to something like it, and particularly traumatized veterans. I have walked all my life with the darkness just behind me, knowing there’s something coming, something waiting in the dark…"
-Kyrie Eleison, Dresden Files

""Well, I could hardly tell you about your illegitimate son in front of your new girlfriend, now could I?" Sarah asked, entirely too reasonably. "Particularly not when you hadn't conceived him yet."

The Doctor looked horrified for the split second that Luke's mum managed to hold the straight face, and then disgruntled when she burst into peals of laughter."
-A Million Ways, The Sarah Jane Adventures

"After a moment of staring, the Brigadier asked, "What?" in an irritated tone. "You haven't seen Charlie's Angels?"

"I've seen Charlie's Angels," Benton replied, and searched for a diplomatic way of putting it. Finding none, he continued, "I'm just trying to wrap my head around the notion of you having seen Charlie's Angels. Sir.""
-Doctor Who reunion fic that doesn't really have a plot or characters or a title or a point yet

"It was, he decided much later, even more hideously uncomfortable when one didn’t know how to conceal one’s feelings sufficiently well. When the object of your affections knew precisely what all the mooncalf looks were about, she usually took one of two tracks: if she was kind, she began avoiding you and the awkward silences brought about by your presence; if she was unkind, she promptly started milking said affections for all they were worth. Either way, the attraction faded with time, and everyone involved breathed a sigh of relief when it was over."
-Five Times Jack Harkness Interfered (And Once He Didn't), Doctor Who

"Circle: It’s not just the memory of Seb that makes her run, it’s everything: her father’s frozen apathy and her dead mother, the little girl next door who vanished, and Lionel who ran away, a cold bedroom and a stunted childhood, but most of all the sneaking feeling that if she stayed, it would never end."
-Fifty Sentences For Viola Harkness, Fool's Gold/Glassverse

"Move: The apartment is in another city, another state, another time zone even, and still he has not gone far enough."
-Fifty Sentences for Sebastian Harkness, Fool's Gold/Glassverse

"There's a Hawkins family in-joke relating to photography--whenever Gwen gets her picture taken, her eyes come out red. In every single picture. I recently acquired a picture of the two of us, aged three months, and sure enough, my eyes are brown, and Gwen's are red. My father used to joke that it was her inner devil coming out. She was a real little hellion when she was a kid, so I can certainly believe that. Arresting Gary was the most harmless game she used to play."
-An untitled epistolary novel that needs serious revision but by-god will be published someday

"The picture was the same as the young woman, and the name... she blinked, and stared, and wondered if it was a real ID. “Um…”

“It’s okay,” the woman said, in a resigned tone. “Go ahead and laugh. Everyone does.”

“Shazam?” Amy asked, incredulously, looking up from the ID. “Seriously?”

The woman made a face. “Sadly, yes. And my middle name is Anita, which isn’t much better. My parents thought I should have a unique name.” Sarcasm hung nearly solid from her voice. “Shaz’ll do.”

“That’s practically child abuse,” Amy said, and handed the license back. “You can go ahead down.”"
-Oddities, a fantasy novel in progress

"“Please,” she said, softly. “I cannot make her better, no; I don’t think anyone can. But I can stop her from getting worse, I think. And… and she should not be alone.”

“She isn’t alone,” Saul said, stung into a response. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Eva’s expression turned thoughtful. “Are you?”"
-Glass, fantasy/psychological novel co-written with Puck (though this bit is all me)

"That little half-flinch prompted a surge of hurt in his eyes, swiftly covered by pity and sorrow. “Felicity,” he said, again. “I’m not flattering you. Or, well, I am, really, but I’m not trying to. You are a beautiful, strong, competent woman, and frankly, I’m astonished that nobody else on this piece of property seems to realize that. Astonished, and concerned.” He rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand, and she flushed.

“Don’t do that,” she whispered. “It distracts me.”

Nick smiled, not his devilish smile, but the sweet, sad one she’d seen only once before. “You need distracting, my dear lady. I have the feeling there hasn’t been enough distracting in your life.” He kissed her hand."
-Confidence, a fantasy romance novel that refuses to finish goddamnit Nick

""Addie! Addie!" Lilybet ran to greet her, winding in and out of the sheets hung from the rafters, her bare feet slapping on the creaky wood floor. "Addie!" She crashed into Adara's legs and stayed there, clinging to her elder sister's skirts, small voice muffled. "We washed today!" she said, leaning back for a moment."
-Firestorm, a straight-up fantasy novel in progress

"This time, Gil was fairly sure she was teasing him. “Well, if you’re sure you don’t have any silk,” he said, adopting a put-upon expression, “I suppose I could put up with wool. For a little while.”

She laughed again, and he felt rather pleased that he had judged her mood correctly. “I’m afraid you shall have to, good Wizard Jenkins,” she said, and curtsied elaborately, the mockery back, but gentler, softer. Gil felt a grin blossom on his face, and let it stay there."
-Anywhere But Here, fantasy novel being rewritten

"Whatever, he was bored. And he doubted she could be here for anything good. He had no stake in her not getting caught. He cleared his throat, loudly.

The girl—now, why did he think girl, looking at her? Maybe the way she moved, tentative and fitful—jumped back and away from him, pressing her back against the door, in one swift, smooth, sure motion, like a frightened deer. She was certainly looking at him now."
-A Fantasy Novel That Badly Needs a New Title and I Am So Not Going To Tell You Its Working Title, currently being rewritten.