Or, ya know *waves encompassingly*, if y’all squint to hard at anything I’m up to.
I’m a complete and utter fangirl/boy/squid, and since my work is conceptually driven by fairytales and popular culture, fandom–in all of its glorious ridiculousness and wonder–is totally my home.
Hell, most of my conference papers, articles, and class papers have involved popular culture in some way.
It’s what I do.
So, yeah, I’ve been kinda absence because fandom sucked me back in in the best possible way, and I’ve been glut-researching for fics that I’m writing–if you like that sort of thing, I have a Supernatural fic about Bobby and a Teen Wolf fic about Stiles that I have recently finished and are posted for the interweb to see…there’s SGA fic over on Wraithbait too–as well as novels that I’m working on because–sometimes–I don’t think of things like pack dynamics, but when you’re writing Therian-based novels, considering pack dynamics is kinda important.
Here’s a weird little taste of The Novel:
Oops, there was the cranky again. “Nothing,” Delilah sighed resting against the smooth, glowing bark of a hugely ancient birch tree. “I wasn’t here because there were any signs of Therians. I was here to live my life.”:That’s what I was doing here too; before every night became about me running from you and our little bantering flirtation. This is really cutting into my day job, ya know?:“Tell me about it. I could totally use not doing this every night too.”:Then why are you? You don’t have too. What are the other Hoods going to do if you don’t actually hunt me down and kill me? How will they know?:“Trust me. They’ll know.”:It’s just an excuse.:“I don’t want to kill you.”:Well, I don’t want to be killed.:“Fantastic! We’re all agreed!”:You make a very bad Hood.:“And you make a lousy rhetorician. We each have our crosses to bear.”:And everyone’s favorite professor would know all about that, wouldn’t she.:
Yep. This is what I write: Hunter and Hunted
flirting bantering in the woods. How is this my life?
So, yeah, in essence, research ate my brain. It does that sometimes.
And I can totally give out a brilliant list of recs for Teen Wolf, Sherlock, Stargate: Atlantis, due South, The Avengers and a number of other fandoms that would make y’all weep.
But, also–in the interim–I’ve had a couple of new series ideas rattling around that are
scarily largely oh my god, what am I thinking? working off of ideas that would actually take advantage of my fluency in fandom.
So, me with the thinky. But, I’m not going to tell y’all about them right now. I have the basics of the ideas down, but I’m waiting for them to mature so that I can fully articulate them to someone–anyone–who doesn’t have an intimate understanding of how my fan-brain and my art-brain work. So, yeah, ‘Lain’s about it at the moment.
And, I’m still totally PTSD-ing from the Job of Evil Evilness ’cause, ya know, it’s fun for the whole family.
So, the things I’ve been working on
in a totally not concentrated or organized way:
I’ve been doing some spinning too (silk is a bitch to spin–just sayin’).
These are mini-art batts that I got from Hello Purl all spun up pretty like.
They were an absolute joy to spin. Just sayin’.
So, yeah, love me, love my art. Love my art, love my fandom habit.