8-17-13

So just posted the prologue and chapter one to the Fairy Tail FF I've been working on. Go check it out!!!

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9597535/1/DragonBorn-Blood-Curse
http://archiveofourown.org/works/930296
http://www.wattpad.com/story/7714260-dragonborn-blood-curse

7-21-13

Damn it Fairy Tail!!!!! Get out of my mind! I need to finish the first saga of Choices first. Gha, fine whatever. That's right, I'v currently got a Fairy Tail story I'm working on. Unfortunately none of you dear readers will get to read it until I'm almost finished with it because I refuse to start another story only to pause partway through. I'm hoping releasing some of this pent up ideas/characters in my head will allow me to write Choices on the side. At least that's the plan. I've also got a plot bunny for a DBZ/Fairy Tail/More FF. Not going to go near that though. lol Anyways, hope everyone's summer is going good. Here's to hoping!

DBZ vs Fairy Tail vs Bleach

So had this amazzzing thought *sarcastic* waking me up just now after getting only three hours or so sleep... Who would win in a fight, DBZ vs Fairy Tail vs Bleach? My first thought was DBZ. I mean common Vegeta and Goku are on completely different levels than the other two, but then I really woke up and thought about it. The biggest quest here is how does magic match up with ki power or soul energy? They are different and have different properties.

The closest two are ki and soul energy so I'll start there. Taking Ichigo vs either Vegeta or Goku or even them combined, I feel he is probably the only one who can keep up with their speed. Or has the potential too (along with Yurichi and those guys who can to flash step, oh and those vizard guys). Reason behind is because tech they all use the same physics behind their speed. Their soul/ki power is giving them insane speed boosts. Unfortunately for Bleach we don't know really how their attacks would stand against them. I mean it's not like even the bad guys go out of their way to aim a massive attack at the planet and blow it up. And while Ichigo is an amazing fighter, Vegeta and Goku both have a lifetime experience of fighting. On the same hand Ichigo has reach with a sword and adapts well in fights... or has instinct. Personally I think the final battle would come down to hollified/mindless Ichigo against Goku or merged Goku/Vegeta. The speed is there. So is toughness of skin. Powerwise, again that's difficult given we don't know if cero would destroy the planet if turned on Earth, but personally I think something that looks that missive exploding in the distance (just like a DBZ character's would) that it stands a chance. In the end it would boil down to Ichigo's hollow regeneration. It's like Piccolo's but on steroids given he can take an attack to the chest and survive.

Now lets take DBZ and Fairy Tail... Again, it's hard to judge just how powerful magic attacks are compared to ki energy, not to mention the physics behind magic attacks differ so greatly even among themselves. Even the supposed bad guy Zeref wouldn't turn his focus on the planet itself, he just wants to wipe out all humans - not life itself. As far as speed goes, I don't think many could match DBZ. Erza, Luxus, Kougra, and Natsu fired up might have a chance, but really that's stretching it. None but a handful have been at DBZ speeds in the anime. Then again that doesn't mean they weren't at such speed, only that they weren't shown in that style. I mean think about it, Luxus can travel as lightening, flashing here and there, and with Gajeel's help Natsu helped beat him so I really don't know. Basically this boils down to whether or not Natsu can eat ki. Common, anyone who knows FT knows Natsu will try and since ki is a form of lazer/ excited particles. Can you imagine the power boost? And if he eats every attack he'll be even more crazy powerful forcing Goku/Vegeta to rely on hand-to-hand instead of ki. This then means Natsu will have the advantage still being able to use his magic. What about Saiyan's tough skin. Well, its only slightly more tough than humans supposedly. What they are really doing is using their ki as a blanket of sorts which helps buffer blows. Natsu has magic that can hurt a dragon where as normal magic can't. I'm thinking here his magic will be able to counter the ki buffer of theirs, giving them a nasty surprise. The main thing going against Natsu is experience. He fights well and has actually improved/gotten smarter as of late, but against Goku/Vegeta he is severely lacking, especially against Vegeta's brain. Then I also have to add that I don't think Vegeta/Goku could survive Zeref's death thing that he does with all living things. Only reason Natsu did was because of his scarf having magic ability to protect him. Ki is not magic, its life force. No way they could defend against a orb of death. There's also the dragons to consider. Just recently we saw their destructive power. Only magic infused attacks can kill them due to their hide having magic qualities. Again, ki is not magic. Only thing Goku/Veget would do is slow them down or destroy the planet accidentally trying to kill one. I guess they could always pull an Iron Man (during Avengers movie) and go inside a dragon and kill it....

I think you can take what I said above and apply to FT vs Bleach and get an idea for yourself. So what is the conclusion. Who would win? All in all I think it's pointless. Since I grew up idolizing DBZ a part of me will always say they will win, but the fact is we simply don't know how magic/ki/soul energy would match up against each other. We don't really know how fast everyone fights other than really fast. And the physics/ thoughts on how powers work are completely different. Not to mention both Bleach and FT have gained a place in my heart as well. So I think instead I will base this off of characters and their development. DBZ was okay, but really the only cool one was Vegeta with how he changed from villain to good guy. All other characters besides maybe Bulma, don't really develop/change all that much and I feel can be rather 1 or 2 dimensional. FT and Bleach on the other hand have some really good characters who are well thought out and change with time/experience. Even Natsu who has the same fighting mentality as Saiyans is showing progression. Bleach has some really interesting/cool characters as well and more than that everyone is effect with time/events, the biggest being Soul Society as a whole who was changed by Ichigo's unwavering passion. Other than that Ichigo also has lots of character development as well.

So if I had to rate these anime on characters/stories I'd have:
1: Fairy Tail (Tentative)- Why? Almost all characters are well defined and three dimensional. Also because this anime I feel still has years upon years to go while DBZ is over and Bleach is coming to a close. With the resent death of a character and how pathetic dragon slayers were against dragons I feel like there is a huge potential here for Hiro Mashima (author) to blow our minds. I also think the reason FT inches ahead is that while Natsu does fight most of the main battles it doesn't always come down to just him. FT works as a group, merging together as friends to overcome individual weakness. I also like the fact that with the last arc they tech lost. Neither Bleach nor DBZ had an arc ending where they tech lost, both always overcome evil and win, which let's face it, can get old after a while. That and the added chapters that exactly fit into the story are amazing. I mean I don't even care that they come right in the middle of battles or cliff hangers most times that's how interesting these characters are - that of which can't be said for Bleach...
2: Bleach- Again, almost all characters are well defined and three dimension. I feel FT and Bleach are very close to a tie. But right now we are on the last arc and I feel like the author is for some reason losing steam (which saddens me) where as FT has a great potential to be even better.
3: DBZ- Only characters that are three dimensional are a minor sideline character (Bulma) and an ex-villain (Vegeta). That's not good! On top of that each arc is the same. Good guys meet new bad guy. Good guys get their asses handed to them. Good guys train or realize themselves. Good guys win. There's a reason the author ended the series, the same plot over and over was getting mundane and in the end would have only hurt the story. The way he had the characters set up (aka not fully three dimensional), it wasn't like he could really make them do anything else. Not to mention Goku always, always ended up beating the bad guy by himself. I think only the last arc with Buu was slightly different with him using power gathered from humans, but even then it was him who threw it and ultimately saved the day.


And... I'm done ranting/spilling my thoughts. I doubt very many people will read this but I had to get it out of my head or else it was going to drive me insane thinking about it over and over again. If people do read this I'd love to hear your own thoughts. Maybe you can find something I missed?

!Cheers!

7-7-13

So I started writing again after my three month hiatus. Feels wonderful. It was a Fairy Tail one-shot that maybe after I finish some of my other fanfictions can become a longer one? So go check it out if you need something to read. ;D Other than that, just trying to find a job and get my lazy ass off the couch. Don't worry DBZ readers, I haven't forgotten about Choices. Like I said before, I finally have an idea on how to start, transition to the middle, and even end the chapter. The issue is writing it. Currently I'm waiting for the Fairy Tail characters Lucy/Natsu to get out of my head so I can write in-character Bulma and Vegeta, but they are proving rather difficult to exterminate from my mind, and last thing I want to do is to have a Natsu like Vegeta and a Lucy like Bulma... though that latter one I might get away with, they aren't that much different...

6-22-13

Hi all!! No I have not died or disappeared off the face of the earth (though it certainly seems like that). You may ask... What have I been doing???? Well -and this part is the embarrassing part- absolutely nothing. Yes, yes... I know. I'm a horrible, no good, author who keeps promising to post chapters and yet doesn't. Unfortunately I haven't had much drive/focus to write anything. I want to, I really do. And it's not so much a writers block because I know what I want/need to write and can even think of good sentences in my head when I think of it. But then I just get distracted. With what? You may ask... Anime. I've basically been spending these past months reading manga and watching anime. I've seriously lost count how many I've devoured. Now I'm getting help for my lack of focus/attention issues. So hopefully I can post something... anything... soon.

Don't lose hope, please!

5-10-13

Well, clearly I didn't wait to start the Vash the Stampede story... The prologue and chapter one is up for those who care or need something to read for boredom's sake. As for other stories. I'm thinking of looking at Resistance today. Just watched Iron Man 3 (which was the inspiration for the story to begin with) and have an itching to get further into that world. I'm going to have to re-read it though.

5-4-13

Just posted the prologue to the Vash the stampede fanfiction I got running around in my mind, so go check it out. Nothing big. Only 1k words. Also, expect most if not all my fanfictions to get chapters/facelifts this month.

Ye have been warned!!!!

5-2-13

Well, last final was today. So you all know what that means. After a few days sleep, eating, and partying it's back to my works. And when I get a good hunk done I might even start a Vash the Stampede fanfiction. ;D

4-23-13

So still busy with school, but to help pass the time here is the latest piece of work I have done for my Advanced Creative Writing class.

It was the midnight hour. Wispy fog pooled inches above cobble stone streets. A damp musky growth that crept along, lapping at brick walls and wood lamp posts. Southwestern winds hushed by, caressing and exciting those white particles making them swirl and flitter as the breeze gently knocked a tavern signpost carved with the name "Milden's" against a red slated roof, and rattling its chains that dangled from hooks. Above gray clouds blanketed the heavens, rolling and tumbling from the might of forceful frigid north winds, a hint of summer's coming demise.

Windows, dark and silent, stared out at the specks of flickering lamp lights, their curtains pulled taut, closed to the darkness and what lurked there. Only the lone tavern's single window peeked through, dim light straining through the bottom and creases, but was equally silent. The jangle and clinks, and throaty rumbles broken by bustling laughs and shouts one expected floating just outside such a building, were missing, adding a knowing chill to the night air.

    It was a normal abnormal night for the tavern as a few of the usual patrons gathered inside, the rest too fearful to brave the darkness, something that had grown commonplace over the past eight months. Just as well, no one would find solace tonight at the bottom of their mugs.

A stranger lounged in the corner of the tavern, sitting where the lantern and candle lights dared not breach.  His silhouette blended in with the gloom, a phantom with vivid crystalline eyes staring from the shadows. With a stillness that was not natural he sat there with one leg stretched out and full mug resting on his other knee, watching and listening, hardly ever blinking. He wore a wary scowl that both intimidated and repelled those in the room. All the same, the room's occupants had swiftly forgotten him, his laidback guise and impassive expression quickly cooling any interest or concerns.

The silence was stifling as a remnant echo of what was lacking hummed hollowly. It told of the four absent merchant brothers that normally sat at the bar top every night after the markets closed, pouring over their trade books, their debates always escalading into heated arguments that descended into brawls after a few dozen pints of ale. It sighed the songs of joint voices slurred together when the music was throbbing through beating hearts and pumping veins and stomping feet. It whispered laughter and cheers as men and women alike dared each other to arm wrestling matches. It moaned the sounds of living.

There was another silence - that of twelve bodies inhabiting the room and breathing, softly, in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out. And wooden chairs groaning as the ten patrons' shifted their weight, their hushed murmurs struggling to fill the void. Then there was the barkeep, his footfalls the only noise to break the lull. Heavy harsh thumps coupled with the slow strokes of a linen cloth, washing the red grains of the bar or marble mugs of black.

The phantom in the corner frowned.

This was not what he expected. He had not come to the upscale tavern with elegant redwood tables, marble mugs, and expensive piss-water to enjoy the pleasure of snobby, egotistical aristocrats. Instead he was hoping the unshackled tongues laced with sweet ale would help these men divulge their secrets. Regrettably the normal abnormal night provided him with tight lipped, soft spoken men who solemnly drank to the bottom of their mugs, and flinched at footsteps. Footsteps! They were little better than skittish herd animals. It seemed the oppressive force he was observing lay siege to this city, slithered within the tavern walls and coiled in their mugs and guts, tainting them along with everyone else.

This is pointless, he thought, scowl deepening.

Bringing his full mug to his lips, he looked down at the golden-brown ale capped with cream froth and took a swig. If they would not reveal their secrets then he would go else were. But it was best if he finished the expensive piss-water first. No need to waste that.

The phantom was three gulps in when one of the guards -a short bulbous man who barely fit within the confines of his chair, fat rolls flopped over the arms- raised his voice, "Tis not natural, I say." Bringing his mug slowly down and resting it back on his knee, his crystalline gaze focused on the man as the five guards around the large man groaned or shook their heads, hastily lifting their mugs to their lips. Realizing how loud his voice had been, the large man chose to whisper next, "Not natural, not at all." Shaking his head, his double chin quivered and he eased himself by knocking back some of his own ale.

The six guards sat at the far back wall, shimmering a sea of colors in their horrid kaleidoscope armor complete with frilly lace bunched at their necks and wrists. They were the joke of Castrum, and if this were not a normal abnormal night the surrounding patrons would have tossed taunting jeers at them. No doubt angering one or two and staring yet another brawl.

An older member of the guard broke the new hush as he snorted into his mug. He sat reclined much like the others, sitting across from the large man. After drinking he brought his lower lip up and slurped off the ale that accented his faintly graying mustache with froth. Sighing, he set the mug back onto the worn table and leaned back once more.

"Death is death. Nothing about it is pretty, but it comes for us all," his voice rasped rich and deep, subtle and yet commanding, underlining the age his middle-aged looking body held, "Only the lucky or sheltered reach the upper four hundreds these days and no one past five hundred. Whatever spark our ancestors had that blessed them with such long lives is slowly disappearing, and us killing each other makes little difference." He paused, rubbing his mustache with the back of his fingers as he sorted out his thoughts. "Though, I do supposed dying in one's sleep all withered and forgetful is a far more peaceful means to pass on to the next life..." Shrugging one shoulder, he crossed his arms. "That is not for me."

A harsh barking laugh startled all but the phantom. The barkeep and four other patrons turned to glance or frown at the group. To the right of the older fellow, the offender reclined in his chair and slammed his mug on the table, sloshing the golden-brown ale and cream froth over the sides.

Those under his command called him Scar.

The name was well allotted given the magnitude of scars that carved out his face. Most were from training accidents with a blade in his younger years, some because growing up he couldn't adjust to his ever growing body and had been clumsy for it, and a few were from his duty taking down bandits on the roadways. But the biggest and ugliest shimmered in the lights as a knotted mess of white and pink, a giant blob of scar tissue that seared off the skin on the top left side of his head, making hair unable to grow there, and stretching down to the left eyebrow and cheekbone, barely missing his eye.

This one he still refused to tell people how he came to own. The most popular rumor among the guards was that he tripped and fell into a hearth fire at the Lord and Lady's estate when a servant stumbled upon him having relations with their fair blooming daughter. How ever he gained the scar, it was because of it that he shaved his head completely, all of this only adding to his overall rough appearance that had most backing away from his tall bulky mass.

"Come now, Senus. Don't tell me your bones are aching already. You're what? Three hundred and twenty something?" With his free hand, Scar absentmindedly jerked at the yellow lace at his neck. "If you want a blade through your gut so bad, I got a sword and an arm that can help your cause."

"I'm three hundred and eighty-four, kid."

"And my offer still stands, old man."

The group chuckled, partly to ease the already foreboding mood around them and mostly because they didn't know what else to do. When seconds slipped by and the older man still said nothing, the sound died off, falling into an awkward hush that had them all staring at the golden-brown ale as they guzzled more.

"I don't know, Saer," said a younger man sitting on the other side of the older fellow, careful to address the older man with a term of respect after Scar so heedlessly disregarded his age. He nodded to the overwrought man across from them. "Timoth may be right. I... I have never seen deaths quite like these."

With his name the large man shifted, head coming up as he pulled his chubby cheeks away from his mug. His eyes were wide and he nodded. "Bloodless," he whispered as he leaned forward, the light danced sinisterly on his pudgy face, "All of them."

The younger man shivered. "With their throats ripped out and many of them gutted, their hearts missing?" Refusing to meet any of his peers' gazes, he played with the lace at his wrist. "There should have been blood everywhere..."

  "Castrum's got its first mad killer, was bound to happen." Grumbling about the lace at his neck, Scar continued to tug at it before muttering, "About time too, I'm tired of these blighted bandits."

The younger man shook his head, finally looking up. "That's the thing. I talked to the messengers and they all speak of things like this happening only in small towns far from any main city. And one even said a few villages near the wall have disappeared without a trace."

"So," Scar snapped, making the younger man flinch and drop his eyes back down to the wood grains streaking across the table.

"So..." Senus said casually, "He is saying this is not a normal mad killer, kid." He reached for his mug and took a drink, and again slurped off the froth gathered at his mustache. "And I have to agree."

"Gods, I hate this blighted lace." The rip of fabric followed Scar's outburst and seconds later he sighed, relieved from the monstrosity as he tossed the yellow lace to the middle of the table. With it out of the way his dark gaze settled on Senus. "Don't tell me you believe the messengers and those stories of blood-snatchers, old man. If that is the case maybe you are becoming senile and someone should put you out of your misery."

The older man stared at the torn lace, brow raised slightly with a tense upward turn of his lips before glancing at him. "That's the twentieth armor you have... altered. If this senile mind serves me correct the quartermaster told you not to destroy anymore or he would dock it from your pay."

"I'd like to see him try! Besides, this armor is ridiculous." His arm swept out, gesturing to everyone but himself. "You look like bumbling fools."

"Lady Alsea designed them for us, we should be honored."

"Honored? Honored seriously, old man? I had bandits laughing at the roads-unit the other day."

"Those wouldn't happen to be the same bandits that you let get away by not seeing to their flank, now would it?" The older man covered his taunting smile with another sip of ale as the other guards chuckled. The sound still echoing hollow in the silent room.

Scar glowered but said nothing.

As the chuckles faded the older man sighed.  He spoke of his younger years. The hard life as a messenger and the fascinating things one can learn, as well as the frightening things most knew to keep to themselves. Finally concluding that just because something couldn't yet be explained did not mean such things, like Blood-snatchers and wandering trees, did not exist and could not be a natural force in the world.

Back and forth the guards rambled on about the murders that were quaking Castrum and shattering the illusions of people's happy peaceful lives. One would suggest a possible offender, or a group. Only for the others to bring forth reasons why it couldn't be them. One such group was the Sevand. Originally known as the Band of Seven, they had started out as thieves struggling to get by and over the decades had become a gang not to be taken lightly. They had won the hearts and minds of the common people, helping those in need and seeing to the poor.

Normally they wouldn't be considered in the slightest. But it was believed they had been involved in an incident concerning the prison tower break in seven months ago and a follow guard's death. The younger man spoke animatedly for them, waving his hands around wildly, face reddening. Scars joked about him rooting for delinquents. That gave them all a laugh as he sputtered for words.

Rubbing his thumb against the handle of his mug, Senus stared intently at the motion as he said, "You know... It could be related to that disease that destroyed the kingdom of Gävanna."

Whispers fell flat. Chairs ceased groaning. The barkeep stopped cleaning the mugs, his linen rag limp in one hand with a partially dry mug in the other. He gave the guards a worried look, his face pale and the ashen hue spreading up to his scalp, hardly hidden by the feeble attempt to comb the thinning hair over to one side. Even the phantom man watching from the corner jerked, letting his mug go and spilling the ale as it clattered to the floor. Crystalline eyes vanished in the shadows for a second before flaring, catching the radiant stray rays of the lanterns as he straightened in his chair. One of the patrons began to sob into his arms. The man with him turned to glare at the older man and the guards as he patted his friend on the shoulder.

There were reasons why no one mentioned the lost kingdom. The pain caused by "the plague" was still too fresh three decades later.

Needing nothing more from the guards, the phantom man rose from his perch. With a silence that should have been impossible in the already silent room, he stepped over his spilt drink and across the room to the door without anyone noticing. Only the barkeep heard the sound of a fluttering duster as the phantom walked into the night with the wispy mist greeting him, waltzing around his legs.

4-17-13

Less than two weeks until graduation. Very busy. O.o My head hurts from all I have to do. I haven't forgotten about my fanfictions. Simply don't have the time to even think about them. But with only two weeks left and then another week for finals that means I'm getting closer to free time. So woots!

4-4-13

Still working on Falling Rain... Sort of... lol. Anyways, just posted two of my projects I worked on for my writing class. Since I'm not publishing anything on fanfiction I thought whoever read my blogs might like to have those to keep them busy. They are under the tab of original works and would love some critics back on them.

Cheers

3-31-13

Happy Ishtar! Which btw is a pagan holiday which is pronounced Easter  She was the goddess of, Spring! Mating... and rebirth. Amazing right? Exactly what plants are doing around us at this moment. More importantly this is where eggs and bunnies come from, they were symbols for Ishtar and spring. So happy Ishtar everyone, my gift of knowledge to you all.  :D

3-24-13

Just thought I'd post this on here for those who love Fenris from Dragon Age. The voice actor has his own youtube site and you can find him using that iconic voice to... wait what?! Sing??? Yes, that is right. He sings!!! Click the link of Fenris Singing! and you'll swoon all over again. As well as laugh your ass off at all the other silly things he has.
I have one word left to say....
    Enjoy!


Oh and this one OMG Fenris singing... about love??

3-21-13

So, wonderful news. I'm writing again. Unfortunately... It's for Falling Rain (and the a fanfiction that has the least follows -.- ). Also, wait for it... I may or may not be rewriting the first chapter or so. I know, you all can sigh and shake your heads at me now. Or fists. I'm not going to be posting anything right away because I want to get a few chapters written to make sure I want to go this route. I mean, nothing in the story itself is going to change, just how it is presented and maybe I'll introduce the conflict for this first story earlier. I think I've hinted at it, but I'm learning from my classes it's best to get to the main conflict as soon as possible. While Fenris becoming a slave and Hawke chasing after him is big and a main theme, it's not THE main theme in the first story of this AU. Just a background plot that has major conflicts that intertwine with all the stories of this AU Dragon Age world and helps propel the stories forward. Oh, and I'm trying to generate more followers and reviews and I'm hoping a face lift will inspire that.

For those who don't give a crap about Falling Rain or any Dragon Age stories. I know, I know! I'm sorry!!!!! But I simply can't write anything good when the spark is not there. It will come back, so do not fear me leaving these other stories behind or forgetting them. On the same hand I know half quality work is not fair to you, my readers, and feel it better to wait until that spark comes back to give you that quality you know.

Anywooo... That is where things stand. I'll try to stay updated on here but with graduation quickly approaching I don't know if I'll remember, and I have to find a job... Yuck.

3-15-13

I'm engaged!! Finally after eight years. Also five weeks until graduation! Unfortunately have to find a... JOB... D:  Changes are coming and hopefully I'll weather them like everything else. Also got the bad case of plot bunnies for new DBZ stories. I'm trying to write down the ideas and then beat them out of my mind with that mental broom so I can concentrate on the one's I have... unfortunately one is being reluctant. -.-

3-9-13

Been couple weeks since I last updated. Spring break is here! And I'm engaged!!! Finally after eight years, lol better late then never. Anyways. Since it's spring break I plan to get something done. Maybe many things.  Certainly Choices. Maybe one of my dragon age ones... maybe Resistance? Hmm.

2-21-13

I'm not dead. I swear. Just having issues with my writing. Anyway, started rewriting chapter 31... interesting but still having issues. Call it taking a few hits from other writers and feeling slightly miserable and questioning my work. It happens every time. And it will go away. Eventually... Until then stay shinny my friends.

2-13-13

Well, so much for that next chapter I promised... I've been slammed with homework/exams and a bad case of writers block that won't go away. At least not when I sit down with the intent to write or hours on end. I've found short spurts (like for prompts before class) have gotten some results... and before bed. But nothing with fanfiction. I'll keep trying and will update on here, but I'm not going to promise anything again until I'm sure I can do it.

2-6-13

Not sure why I really post here. No one ever looks but for some reason I feel like I need someway to put this out there for my readers. Anyways, laptop fixed but a few documents were corrupted. So looks like I'll just have to start the next chapter from scratch. Unfortunately for both you guys and me I seem to be in a writing low. I'm trying really hard to get my muse working again, but every time I write something she's screaming at me that it sucks... Arg!

1-31-13

Well, got some bad news. My laptop that is my lifeline in all things writing... broke! So I wrote a good chunk to Choices next chapter. I know its still on there and will be once I get it fixed, but its going to be at least a week until I get it fixed. I'm actually of just attempting to re-writing it. So wish me luck and my muse to help me out a lot.

1-22-13

Haven't forgotten. I will have the next chapter out before month end...

1-10-13

Been awhile... Sorry about that. My creative mojo left me after finishing that third chapter. I know what I need to do and what I want or what could happen in the next chapter of Choices, but for some reason when ever I sit down to right I find myself staring blankly at a white page. -.- Really sucks too because I left everyone on that cliff hanger. If it makes all of you feel any better I don't know exactly what happens... Yeah, doesn't work for me either. I'm starting to get that writing itch back. Only been nine days. Good sign? Maybe? Anyways. This is a promise to you guys (and to set myself limits/deadlines): I will post the next chapter before the month is out. So, yes, you still have a wait. But at least it won't be an unknown length of time...

1-1-13

Happy New Year! And now the struggle begins to remember to write 13 at the end of the date not 12. I may or may not have a surprise for everyone later. ;D