thehallway

I’ve written fan fic for over ten years, read it for far longer than that, and realize the power of words for authors, especially feedback. Not all writers want or welcome concrit, others do. Some don’t appreciate anything other than the continual squee from their readers, telling them how they are writing fandom classics. I believe that if you find an author you trust, especially to read something new on your horizon, you should hold them close and never let them go. I say this because I feel the need to rant and vent.

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Because I apparently have nothing else to do since I've faffed off all day and spent my day shoe shopping online:

Ask me up to three questions.

1. What made you start writing fanfic?
2. Which of your own fanfics have you reread the most?
3. Describe the differences between your first fanfic and your most recent fanfic.
4. Do you think your style has changed over time? How so?
5. You've posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you'd written it?
6. Name three stories you found easy to write.
7. Name three stories you found difficult to write.
8. What's your ratio of hits to kudos?
9. What do your fic bookmarks say about you?
10. What's a theme that keeps coming up in your writing?
11. What kind of relationships are you most interested in writing?
12. For E-rated fic, what are some things your characters keep doing? I don't write E-rated fic.
13. Name three favorite characters to write.
14. You're applying for the fanfic writer of the year award. What five fanfics do you put in your portfolio?
15. Question of your choice!

Title: Spatial Disorientation
Author: sarahjane/thehallway
Rating: PG
Word Count: 485
Spoilers: Post-ep for The Critic in the Cabernet.
Author’s Notes: My first Bones fic. Thanks to Eva for the quick beta and the encouragement, and as always, all mistakes remaining remain mine.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Bones and everyone and everything in it belong to FOX, Hart Hanson, and Kathy Reichs. No copyright infringement intended. There is definitely no money being made.

( Spatial Disorientation )

it's been a beautiful day. sun shiny and warm, and the grass is green and the birds are chirping. it's been a beautiful weekend. and as the final precious hours of it tick away, i realize i have done absolutely nothing productive with it.
 
since thursday i have done basically nothing but go to work on friday and criss-cross the state moving kids from their college lives to back home. i've logged maybe 500 miles in that time and really enjoyed not having to do anything but drive. i have no headache and no balled up muscle driving shards of pain through my left shoulder blade.

though i'm sure that will change by the time i drag my sorry self out of bed tomorrow for another monday morning in our countdown to the end of the year.

i've been trolling my old lj entries wondering if i should import my journal, if i can figure out how to do that, or not and just consider this a whole new thing. and i've been wondering if i should post any of my old fic here as some of it really isn't posted anywhere else. i have farscape and sg-1 fic in my files.
 
and since i haven't been able to write a damn thing lately, with the online course eating my brain, old fic is all i have to offer, in case anyone is interested.