I'm ending the decade where I began it; in a small town in Canada with my family around me, but there have been changes.
Lauren's only nine, so that tells you one of them.
Stoke are back in the Premiership.
And it's hard to believe but back then I hadn't written any fiction and slash was a verb with a single meaning for me.
I'd been writing reams on various newsgroups (damn good training for being concise, witty, and accurate since any failing in the latter meant that you got toasty feet pretty soon) of course, and so I suppose it was inevitable that once I discovered fanfic I'd have a moment of tremble-kneed bravado and mutter fiercely, I can do this, too, I CAN! And in MY fic, Buffy and Spike WILL get it on, they WILL.
But, umm, not for a while, because writing kisses made me blush back then. Yes.
This decade, I got published. Non-fiction first; The Heinlein Journal published two articles by me in its January 2000 edition, and in the years that followed, printed several more. Then I achieved a lifelong ambition and had a novel published and got to hold the paperback edition of 'Drawing Closer' in my hands. Now I have a shelf with paperbacks on it that have my name on the spine and wow. Just wow. Sheesh. YES! ::pumps fist::
Live Journal has been a home for me since 2005. I got here curious, ignorant, a typical newbie, and as prone to kerfuffles as a puppy is to puddles on the floor. I made friends and enemies (and Fandom Wank, heh) but it's been a while since I made waves. I guess maybe I did learn some sense along the way. I love that friends from those newsgroups are here too; the net isn't separate islands, or if it is, they bump into each other and people can visit.
So I guess for me, this has been the decade where I discovered a new passion, a new home, a new talent, a new addiction -- or an old one, reading, viewed from the other side.
I love writing, I love what I write, and I love being here with all of you.
I'm sorrowful that over those years, some of my LJ friends have died, leaving behind memories, comments to come across on old posts, icons to smile over. Too many names on that list. I miss you all.
In the spirit of the night:
"Here's tae us.
Whae's like us?
Damn few
And they're a' deid"
Happy New Year. Here's to the next decade being a good one for us all.
Lauren's only nine, so that tells you one of them.
Stoke are back in the Premiership.
And it's hard to believe but back then I hadn't written any fiction and slash was a verb with a single meaning for me.
I'd been writing reams on various newsgroups (damn good training for being concise, witty, and accurate since any failing in the latter meant that you got toasty feet pretty soon) of course, and so I suppose it was inevitable that once I discovered fanfic I'd have a moment of tremble-kneed bravado and mutter fiercely, I can do this, too, I CAN! And in MY fic, Buffy and Spike WILL get it on, they WILL.
But, umm, not for a while, because writing kisses made me blush back then. Yes.
This decade, I got published. Non-fiction first; The Heinlein Journal published two articles by me in its January 2000 edition, and in the years that followed, printed several more. Then I achieved a lifelong ambition and had a novel published and got to hold the paperback edition of 'Drawing Closer' in my hands. Now I have a shelf with paperbacks on it that have my name on the spine and wow. Just wow. Sheesh. YES! ::pumps fist::
Live Journal has been a home for me since 2005. I got here curious, ignorant, a typical newbie, and as prone to kerfuffles as a puppy is to puddles on the floor. I made friends and enemies (and Fandom Wank, heh) but it's been a while since I made waves. I guess maybe I did learn some sense along the way. I love that friends from those newsgroups are here too; the net isn't separate islands, or if it is, they bump into each other and people can visit.
So I guess for me, this has been the decade where I discovered a new passion, a new home, a new talent, a new addiction -- or an old one, reading, viewed from the other side.
I love writing, I love what I write, and I love being here with all of you.
I'm sorrowful that over those years, some of my LJ friends have died, leaving behind memories, comments to come across on old posts, icons to smile over. Too many names on that list. I miss you all.
In the spirit of the night:
"Here's tae us.
Whae's like us?
Damn few
And they're a' deid"
Happy New Year. Here's to the next decade being a good one for us all.
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