Ok fantabulous readers-mine, this is for you. You know Sookie’s weird-ass’d cravings and her new-fangled fairy light hands? Remember that teleportative pop to Eric’s side several chapters back?
Of likely interest to many of my readers:
Many English villages and towns were founded by Vikings. (Photo: John Baker/ videnskab.dk)
In the 9th and 10th centuries Norwegian and Danish Vikings crossed the ocean and sailed to the British Isles, and their legacy is still very much alive: Hundreds of place- and personal names of Old Norse origin tell that the Norsemen not only came to plunder, but that many also chose to settle on the isles to the west.
A recently published article in Antiquity, international quarterly journal of archaeological research, suggests that the number of Scandinavians have been larger than previous DNA studies demonstrate: As many as between 20,000 and 35,000 Vikings may have relocated to England.
The Vikings did have a strong influence on the English language, including place- and personal names, which is the linguistic evidence for the high number of settlers, according to the language researchers.
When the Scandinavians arrived in England…
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First, thank you very much for all your kind words and concern. You guys are the best readers any fanfic writer could ever ask for and you’re mine-all mine-all mine!! Ok, and other writers’, too…but that’s not the point…
Srsly, thank you – I really do appreciate you.
Ok ladies and gennelmen, I’m almost somewhat sort of ready to climb back in the saddle/hit the road running (limping)/pick up where I left off/other euphemisms for “slowly starting to write fanfic again”.
So, which story do you want me to turn my writerly eye toward first (no guarantees but I’d love to hear what you guys want)? Un/fortunately there are several to choose from. Heh, good excuse for (you guessed it) a poll, right? You know my thing for lovely delicious little polls.
IT’S POLL TIME!!!
Didja vote? While I won’t make any promises (I tend not to unless I’m 100% positive I can keep the damn thing), I really would like to know which story/stories you’d most like to have updated first. Encouraging words are being accepted, too. I’m still sore from being kicked by life.
Anyway, hope to hear from you soon. Oh, yeah, and I yet live. And stuff.
This interruption in your daily (nightly? hey, it’s possible) life is just to confirm that yes, I do indeed yet live. Sort of.
While I’m no longer reeling so badly from the death in my family, as a member of the “chronic bronchitis” club, apparently the time has come once again for me to, erm, (try to) cough up my membership dues.
Hacking season is upon me.
This year’s dues have hit pretty hard (I reckon emotional devastation will do that to a body) and honestly, typing and concentration are both kind of hard to accomplish when you’re trying to see what the inside of your spleen looks like.
I’d say I’m barkin’ like a seal but I don’t wanna trigger TOO many SSSSS flash-backs. Ok, I totally do…I admit it…that’s why there’s brain bleach as the final chapter, yo.
In the meantime feel free to browse/re-browse? my collection of one-shots, parodies (proceed with caution with a couple of them…just ask veteran readers), and completed fics. As with any fanfic writer, reviews/re-reviews? are always appreciated (especially when the words are all nice and sweet!), so go for it if you’re so inclined.
Hope you have a great rest-of-your-week…Imma go dope myself up again.
Nyquil, Vicks, ginger/thyme tea, ginger/green tea, Gypsy Cold Care teas (gaaagh…so far the only tasty one is the chamomile but the Throat Coat – horrible violation of licorice’s more pleasant personal properties, y’all – seemed to [vaguely] help my voice [somewhat] try to make another [brief] appearance), hot beef and chicken soups and broths (not mixed; that’s just gross), hot lemon toddies (ok, just one cause ew), and various and assorted remedies have been attempted.
Ok, ok, the Nyquil is actually DAYquil and in tablet form at that – I’m sidelined, y’all, and it’s not nice to torture the sick with *THAT* horrid taste.
Fwiw, I’d be on preddy, better inhalers, and the good chewy cough syrup but my doctor has turned into a fuckwitted jackass and I don’t feel like trying to break another one in just now. I have limited patience at the very, very best of times. This is not one of those times. Also, I hate going to the doctor – I’m positive they have you wait in the communal sickroom hoping you’ll contract something else so you’ll have to come back after it incubates in a vicious never-ending cycle.
So…yeah, that’s where I’m currently at: coughing/hacking/seal-barking limbo. Take your vitamins and get plenty of sleep and don’t be around sick assholes who gleefully and oh-so-generously donate their germs to you like you’re some sort of science project. That’s what the back of the fridge is for.
Yeah, a “slight cold” is what started all this bullshit.
I don’t want to get too political here because that’s not what this blog is for, but since this blog has the most followers I wanted to share something. If you’re planning on protesting tomorrow, Saturday or any other time please keep the following information handy. It takes just one person to tip the scales from peaceful to violent and then all hell breaks loose. So whatever side of the aisle you’re on, please be safe and peaceful. The message gets lost when heads get bashed.
As far as I’m concerned, Love Trump’s hate.
All my love,
Due to recent events, my muse has rolled up her flying carpet and taken off into the wild blue yonder. The holidays took their usual chunk of my time and energy, of course, but the real culprit? Long story short, I found out that a beloved family member was diagnosed with cancer and within a week of hearing about it (she’d kept it secret – hadn’t told ANYONE – for a long while), she died.
I’m still reeling.
I hadn’t even gotten used to the idea of her being sick before she’s alluvasudden gone forever.
Erics and Sookies, Godrics and Cara and/or Claudy, Willa…even Sevrin and Stan/Richard…they’re all waiting patiently for my weeping muse to feel safe enough to come back home. (They’re currently playing Monopoly…not sure how that’s gonna go…Eric1 and Eric2 are hogging all the good properties…) Even Andre dropped by and gave me an awkward little shoulder pat before making his excuses. Emma hung out a bit with coffee and sympathy, though – she’s nice like that.
Sevrin just grunted. I think it was consolingly but I’m not sure, but there was a vampire head-nod involved so I guess it was meant well? Godric2 offered to deliver unto me the hearts of my enemies and Cara was nodding her head in agreement just a little too seriously, but it was altogether heartwarming.
Pam flung a spendy bottle of pink nail polish at me and told me to cheer up already.
Anyway, just wanted to check in with y’all and let you know what was up…which is to say, not my mood.
Death sucks even when it’s a well-disguised blessing. Hug your loved ones and keep them close.
As for updates, they’re coming, eventually, when the world rights itself again. I’m working on things as I can, but the results aren’t very coherent yet. It will just take some time, and we all know how the FLM can be, right? She might strike at midnight…or midnight two weeks from now.
(I secretly hope that maybe letting you guys know what’s up will help clear the way for the weeping muse to make her way back home, maybe.)
Hope you guys had a fantastic Christmas and that your New Year will be filled with all things good and happy!!
Here’s hoping every one of you has a very Merry Christmas (for those of you who celebrate it) and/or a fantastic holiday of your choice (if you so choose!) and that all your best dreams come happily true in 2017!
Now that THAT is over with, on with the bla bla bla:
That’s right, laydeez and gennelmen, Chapter 37 of The Moon is finally up! I would offer all kinds of excuses for why this update is so long in coming – same as for the other WIPs not named “One Night” – but while there are a lot of them (and some are quite good, honestly), you’re not here to read whine. I’ll just blame this one on the FLM.
She’s all cool like that. That’s why she gets the big bucks… *snort*
Also, it’s fucking cold here. Just thought you should know that.
Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter!
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How is it December already? More importantly, what happened to November?
I’ve been forcing myself into the role of being a respectable author, which means taking classes to improve my querying skills (which I hate, just so we’re clear). Nothing makes me more uneasy than selling myself to complete strangers. I’ve spent the last month preparing to query literary agents. They’re hard to find and they all want different things. How do I cope with my anxiety, you ask? I stress-eat and forget to sleep. That’s healthy, right?
Okay, maybe it’s not.
To top it off, today was the first #PitMad I’ve participated in. Four times a year, you can pitch to agents, publishers, and editors who are scrolling through Twitter to find new clients. You get three tweets for the entire day. Three.
If they like your tweet, you submit to them and go to the top…
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Get it while it’s hot!
Thank you for all the lovely comments and reviews on the last Part!! I feel bad for not taking the time to reply as I normally do (which I love doing), but time was limited and I wanted to get this Outtake finished and up while the FLM was cooperating. (*She said “Hi”, btw…well, it sounded more like “send coffee and salty, buttery crab legs”, but I’ll interpret it to have meant a greeting instead…bossy little snot…)
Now, like with most of my fics, this outtake (it’s about the size of two regular chapters in a regular fic) has both funny and more serious stuff. Let me know what you think, though.
Anyway, hope you enjoy:
So yeah, the FLM decided to cooperate with me for once (I think she just wanted the cherry o’cream cheese pie, honestly, since she’s not usually that willing to work with me and she has a terrible sweet tooth). Hope you guys have had/are having a fantastic Thanksgiving and/or Thursday!
Enjoy, and as usual, let me know what you think. The Alka Seltzers are beside the sink. *Sorry, just ate too much…
There was other stuff I was going to write here but, well, I forgot what it was. I’m sure it would have been super-witty and/or thought-provoking, though. Have a good one, and enjoy the slightly shorter Part, lol.
Love how the ‘Bangers Anon site recommends some of the best stories and writers! Enjoy the reblog while I finish up my sooner-than-later post… Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
Orphaned and ‘unseen’ by her Faery relatives, Sookie isn’t one with a large family, and thankfully, there are the loveable Gran and idiotic Jason to fill some of that void. Though, in some cases, Sookie’s biological family isn’t all they promise to be, and the one she carves for herself through long and loyal friends or in the midst of a variety of Supernaturals, one of whom is, of course, always Eric, may mean just as much, if not more, than the one she was born into. So, during those moments when you’ve had quite enough of your own family, how about living vicariously through Sookie? We can’t help but mention EricIzMine’s “Mutli-verse”, who, without a doubt, lifted the ensemble casts of SVM into a warm bath of family with some of the most impressively written children in the fandom! If all you have time for is a…
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The Plan: I hope to have this Part finished in time to post it tomorrow as a Thanksgiving treat for those of us who, you know, do Thanksgiving, and as a (hopefully good) read for those of us who don’t. Either way, everything goes better with gravy, right?
Now, usually when I dare to make a plan, things tend to go nuts – sometimes in a good way, other times…not so much That’s why I tend to NOT make plans, but yeah, that’s where I’m at with this next Part. This last portion of the Third Night will be somewhat shorter in that it covers a shorter amount of time (nights don’t generally last forever even though I seem to make it look like they do).
To tide y’all over until I can hit that lovely Publish button, here’s a teaser. As usual, it isn’t likely to change all that much (if at all) between now and when it’s officially posted, but then again, ya never know.
Anyway, here – BE TEASED, READERS MINE!
As Eric crossed the threshold into his Maker’s home with his new telepath close by his side, a certain overview of his actions occurred to him.
So here I am…a vampire well over a thousand years of age…a vampire who has achieved that somewhat rare status by being cold, hard, wary… Ok, ok, suspicious, devious, and more astute than potential and known foes…and yet…yet I am purposefully escorting a mortal…a fucking part-fairy mortal…into my Maker’s home…and I have only known the delicious little mortal for not quite three nights now.
And she is delicious…but that wouldn’t be worth the potential threat if she had ill-will toward us in her heart. At least there’s a bond…helpful, that… Something about her…don’t think she’d be a threat, not to our existence anyway… But still…
Brilliant, Northman…way to uphold my Maker’s teachings about security…an unglamorable telepathic mortal at that… *snort* Well, considering that said Maker is holding the door open for me to bring her in…basically makes it his fault, right?
Yeah, I’m totally going to blame this one on my Maker. He’s good for it…
“Fairy nice to meet you” indeed…
Eric couldn’t decide if he was surprised or not with how Godric, his shockingly old, shockingly powerful Maker, was by all accounts glad to receive not just him (justifiably, of course), but the girl as well. He had even gone out of his way to lightly – even playfully – test her mettle with his own particular…peculiar, to some…brand of mischievous theatrics which, to his pride, she had passed with those proverbial flying colors.
To make the evening even more surreal to the vampire, the very young mortal girl by his side had oddly few trepidations about entering the home of such an ancient vampire. There were some, of course…just not nearly as many as would be considered normal in his esteemed opinion. His hand on the small of her back served to soothe what misgivings did surface but he sensed far stronger emotions than fear.
Curiosity? Oh yes…lots of that…some fatigue…but no more than expected for a mortal soon needing her rest…but true fear? *pfft* More humor than that…
That slight nervousness he’d felt from Sookie had swiftly changed to comfort at his touch, and the speed with which his hand merely caressing her lower back had soothed her pleased him in a way he couldn’t immediately identify. However, given that he was growing accustomed to such unanswered questions, he chose to ponder the vagaries later.
He glanced down at the back of her head as he politely allowed her to precede him – she barely come up to his collarbones, but her presence seemed so much larger.
As safe as he knew his Maker to be in this current situation, she was wise to…
Even innate bravery is wise to quail, however briefly, at the thought of entering into the dwelling of such an ancient…remarkably aged…like a fly easing into the spider’s web… Godric…spider…should I introduce him to the one that lives in Sookie’s grandmother’s kitchen? They both excel at watching from a distance.
Ah, Sookie… Will I have to tell her in small words that vampires are dangerous to mortals? She knows this, of course, how could she not, but she treats us as fellow humans. Perhaps that is part of her charm? Perhaps it is a certain charisma? According to my Maker and both her sweet scent and taste… Fairies do have a form of influence… Thank Odin she’s using her powers for good…
Once in the large foyer, Eric automatically closed the door behind them and watched with bemusement similar to what he felt from Sookie as Godric raised Tina’s carrier to peek at the cat.
Although the old man had grabbed the old carrier from the porch, the son knew the father was distinctly aware of the vagaries of thought plaguing the son’s mind about the fairy freaking hybrid said son was escorting into said father’s house.
The smug pings from the father told the son so.
So yeah, there’s that. Remember, it might change, it might not…blame the FLM (I do). I ***hope*** to have the Part finished in time to post it tomorrow, but we’ll see. No throwing things at me if I don’t… I’ll cry and I can’t type for shit when my eyes are all blurry…
If nothing else, have a fantastic Thanksgiving if you’re celebrating, and have a fantastic Thursday if you’re not! 😀
Also with added Berts…
YES!! You read that right:
There is a Sigebert, a Wybert, AND A GODRIC in this Part…yes, THIS Part!!
AND. A. GODRIC. Continue reading
Update and info from our own September Roberts (aka My Secret O in when writing fanfic)!
I can personally vouch for the quality, quirky humor/fun, and touching emotional stuff (basically, the EXTREME readability) of In Your Shoes, Leaving Twisted Juniper, and Synthetic Heart . An agent would be lucky to have her (you hear that Agents-Who-Are-Surely-Lurking-My-Blog?)…
Check out what she has published! (And buy stuff – happy writers write more fanfic…) *no end-game here…move along*
I’m finishing up the next chapter of Moon, so that should be coming at’cha sooner than later ♥
Hey! Did you know I’ve published three books and a novelette? It’s true!
My first novel, Orchids for Lila is an angst-free paranormal erotic romance about a young woman, Lila Ray, falling in love with Jack, a reclusive vampire. Life is a lot more interesting when you’re dating a vampire. You can buy it here.
I took a different route the second time around and published a new adult contemporary romance titled Sweet Chemistry. Kate and James have a promising night together, but all that goes out the window when Kate discovers James is her professor. Forbidden love has its sweet rewards, but is it worth risking everything? You can buy it here.
Kiss & Ride is a quick read and a sweet story about a budding romance between strangers on a train. Anne finds out that turning her fantasies into reality is going to take a giant leap of…
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Keep in mind that you guys are not allowed to yell at me because I’ll cry and get all red-eyed and snotty (srsly, I have a terrible cry-face), ok? (ThisparticularNightwillhaveaPart5.)
Pack a lunch. And dinner. And some snacks. Oh, and you guys may wanna take notes as you go – this bad boy is…you guessed it…hella long. You’ll see why I stopped it when I did. It’s also why it took for fucking ever to get it out to you, too. (FLM told me to say that.)
So…you lovely readers who like long reads will be in Heaven. You lovely readers who don’t…can take several breaks – just remember where you left off… This Part happens within a relatively short time and contains funny-ha has, seriousness, a gasp or two, mountains, correct pronunciations, a Pam, a cat, a ‘vette, and maybe a couple of cherries (Eric refused to verify). Proceed with vigor! 😉
OMGODRIC, YOU GUYS – THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!
When the fantastic Missingjasamalways commented to tell me to check out the YWB winners…I did…AND THEN I SCARED MY DOG SQUEEEING! (Yes, “squeeeing” is too a word.)
Thanks to you fanfuckingtastic readers AND VOTERS!!!, I won 8 Awards!
That’s eight. E.I.G.H.T. 7 + 1. ***—> 8 <—*** ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
That is 8 (EIGHT!!!) more than I’d had a hope to win, y’all, and it’s all because of YOU. Did you see how fierce the ‘competition’ was? (And by “competition” I mean that we’re not actually competing against each other – we may not all be best buddies but we’re hella more likely to support each other than not because there’s no NEED for any competitive feelings in our luscious fandom.) There were so many amazing writers and amazing stories and you guys voted for me!
Can I brag now?? *pfft* Given ALL the AMAZING talent represented in these awards, hell yeah Imma brag:
First and foremost considering the new Part linked above, here is the one for One Night: PINS AND NEEDLES, Y’ALL – PINS! AND! NEEDLES!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot Award – Best One Shot
The Hybrid Award – Best Crossover
Rollercoaster Award – Best Angst / Drama / Cliffhangers
The Saucy Award – Best Sookie (Woot!! Go Sookie!! Yeah, I’m totally seal-clapping here…oops, sorry for any flashbacks…)
The Flying Monkey Award – Best Villain (*mwahahaha*)
Who the Hell Are You Award – Best Original Award (Yay for Sevrin!!!! He totally just grunted a thank you…FLM will verify!)
And last but hella-certainly not least:
EricIzMine Award – Favorite Author (Ok, this one made me tear up a little/lot – you have no idea how very much I appreciate this.)
Really, thank you so very much for all the love. It means the world to me that you find time in your day to read my words and let me know what you think, but that you even take the time to cast your votes for me blows my socks off. (You did know I’m naked under my socks, right? NO BLUSHING…!) Now go read and enjoy, and know you’ve made me very happy!
Because you’re not here to listen to me blather on about whatever (well, ok, you kind of are, fanfic-wise at least…), here’s the chapter link first:
Ok, readers-mine, time to touch base with y’all again. As enthusiasm for “One Night” seems to be waning (like tides and allergies, it happens…, and while clicks on the page haven’t fallen all that much, page likes and reviews *are* down from previous Parts so it’s kind of obvious), which other stories would you prefer that I concentrate on instead? Lol, we have choices…
(Moon isn’t listed because it depends more on the FLM than I’d like for her to know.) (See also: SEVRIN…)
Now, for the “other” – to correct a typo on the YWB page, the site is allowing voting to continue until Oct. 22nd now, so go back, vote for your faves and, I dunno, have a coffee and think fondly of me and Eric’s Spider or something, lol.
*snicker* Kittyinaz suggested nominating Eric’s spider (*spoiler* to be named later by, well, Eric himself) for Best OC next awards season…and I totally support that notion. No, I haven’t told Eric yet…I’m smarter than that (usually).
Anyhu, lemme know what story you want updates on next! (If “One Night” recurs in the comments, then I’ll definitely listen, but you guys deserve options.)
NOTE: I am not bitching about the falling number of likes and comments – I’m thrilled that even ONE of you guys likes it enough to, yeah, like and comment. But…I *am* reacting to the (inevitable) trends in how interest in stories can fluctuate – srsly, like tides and allergies, it happens (hence these annoying polls from time to time). So, yeah, the story is in no danger whatsoever – I just want to know what you’d *rather* be reading and will attempt to bribe the FLM accordingly. (And she just totally flipped me off, btw…*sigh*…)
Have a <beverage of choice> day! (And yes, that banner was chosen just because I’m kinda hungry.)
DON’T YELL AT ME – I’LL POUT.
This particular night in this story just… keeps… growing. And growing.
NOW this poor little Third Night is up to a projected total of ***4*** Parts (possibly 5 depending on how mouthy everyone is during the next Part)…and that’s not even including Godric’s bit! And I totally blame/credit Eric. Dude’s mouthy when he wants to be. He has lots of words and sometimes enjoys using most of them. (And maybe Jason a little, too. He counts a little, right?)
But yeah, instead of having y’all wait even longer on ‘the next Part’, I’m posting this now. I mean, it’s over 8,000 words worth of Eric-centric fun and games and yes, the wee spider is still all fine and dandy, so there shouldn’t be any/much yelling. If there is, Imma be pouting…and possibly glaring depending on the moon phase/how much coffee is in my cup.
Anyway, here, and I hope you enjoy. Mandatory “don’t forget to vote” and last-posted links linger lackadaisically below the linky-pic. Happy reading, leave a review, and tip your server.
Reminder that voting in the final round of the 2016 YWB Awards ends on Oct. 17th at midnight. So, um, GO VOTE and stuff.
Go forth and conquer…or read, whichevs – your choice…
It’s been bizzy over here in Meridian-ville, which among other things is also good for those of you who enjoy my scribblings. So…in this ‘issue’ we not only have the YUP and the “don’t forget THAT I posted these things that WP may not have informed you of” bit, but…there’s also a TEASER for the next Part of One Night. And I am totally evil-grinning over here, too, cause I know what happens in this chock-full Part…