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many congratulations, Ada! Mischa is beautiful! i hope she, and mommy, are doing well.

what Nan said.

you know, i've never given any real thought to this subject because i've always just known where to stop. both on chapters and on stories. i think that length is something you'll have to play with until you find what works best for you. there will always be people who are looking for just a short read. they mostly look for one shots. anyone who sits down to read any thing other than a one shot knows what they're in for. i don't think the readers here are going to be turned off by a multi-chaptered fic unless it isn't what they're looking for. that's one of the reasons story codes are your friend. and there's really no set length for a story. i've seen some fics stretch on into well over 50+ chapters. its all dependent upon what kind of plot you have and how many ideas your bunnies can throw at you. and length is, again, an issue that varies from one reader to the next. i generally prefer to read long chapters. however, if the chapter is chock full of vital information, be it through thoughts, action or speech, i can overlook the length of the chapter. what's important, ultimately, is that you are happy with what you've written. regardless of what your readers do or don't think about your stories..... you've written them for you. and if you aren't happy, change them. i've got a tendency to battle my own chapters. length is..... something of an issue for me. i don't know how much i write in terms of word count or pages. i go by how big the file is. before i add my disclaimers, A/N's and other assorted tidbits. my longest chapter (for a multi-chaptered fic) was over 80k. for a one shot, it was 124k. which, i found out later, was over 22,252 words! that's a lot of damn words. i've been told i write long, juicy, packed chapters. which is something i strive for, no matter the length. so, in the end.... its all a matter of personal choice. what ever works best for you is what you should follow. trying to please someone else will only make you want to quit writing. after all, we started writing for ourselves, didn't we?

no, no, no. it isn't the people with good social skills who are getting promotions, Madlodger. its people with good ass kissing skills. everyone else gets shit on.

i have, for the majority of the week, been silent on this subject. some of it was to allow my brain to soak up everything that's been going on. some of it has been simply to keep me from responding with something vicious or cruel or just plain wrong. however, i find i can no longer hold my tongue. i've seen much... MUCH... verbal bashing going on here in the past week. the shit slinging, yes... that's what i said. that's what it has been, has been coming from both sides. as i do not know the whole story, i cannot verify the veracity of either party's words. however, i take deep and sincere umbrage with any claims that the head mods didn't do a fucking thing. i'm a mod on the main site and i can tell you from personal experience that they did their own work. they didn't rely on others to do it for them. claiming they're lazy is the biggest crock of shit i've seen come through here today. i've been a member on the site for over four years. in that time, i've seen it fall apart more than once. and, also in that time, i've seen it roar to life again. the reason for that is because the head mods, set in place by Jaxxy herself, did what they were fucking supposed to do. DA literally worked herself into being ill trying to make shitty code work, trying to please everyone when they requested or whined for something to be fixed or to just run the way they wanted it to. in the past year alone, AFF has run smoother than it ever did. no one has ever thanked the head mods for their work. all they've ever done is bitch and whine and complain. and now they're doing it again. you know what? i don't care if someone stole this or someone hijacked that. i wasn't in on the decision to take the site. but i do know that i hadn't seen a single post from Jaxxy to even the groups in almost over six months. no offense meant to anyone, but leadership requires that you be there constantly, to watch and supervise and to fucking get your hands dirty. its like raising a child. you can't sit back and watch from afar. i don't care if you don't like the tone of my post. i don't care if you don't like me. that isn't what i'm here for. i could give a shit one about a popularity contest. i will, however, be blatant enough to give my opinion. and if i damn well have to sit here and sift through yours, you're fucking going to have to show me the same curtesy and read mine.

honestly, i don't watch much tv. i hate commercials and it always takes my attention off of whatever i'm working on. usually my chapters. never mind the fact that i spent much of the first twenty years of my life glued to the tv. now i'm glued here. hmmm.... when i do watch the tv and don't have a dvd in the player, i like to watch things like CSI and CSI: Miami. the few episodes of House i've seen, i've really enjoyed. i have to admit that i love Hugh's character in it. gotta love the rotten bastard who has no problems speaking his mind. i've also been known to watch Cartoon Network a time or two. but mostly, i prefer to listen to music or watch movies.

well, my family's birthdays all occur within five months of one another. Dad's birthday is in November, while both of my brothers and my son were born in December. i came along in January and my mom is in March.

great list, Keith. i shared it with a friend and now she wants to write a fic using all of them. oh we of twisted minds.

oh wow! its beautiful. even if it does look as if its been doused in peptobismal! thanks for sharing, Trae.

technically, the bill for AFF's server was paid for through selling ad space to other sites and by donations that came in from members of the site itself. it isn't a privately funded archive. thus the reason for the Cafe Press store and for having advertiser's banners flashing across the top of each screen. to help pay for the server space and bandwidth we use each month.

read, reviewed and really enjoyed. thanks for sharing, Daz!

christ, i feel old. *goes off in search of her cane.*

dunno if we should be surprised or not. i mean, it was inevitable, wasn't it? look at what happened after the site got a write up in a mag a few years ago, back when Ayla still owned it. BOOM! member and visitor explosion. we've been growing through the years. and since we're one of the biggest sites for adult content in any archive or fandom, i think it would have been more surprising if we didn't end up mentioned in some kind of article like that. especially now that the Harry Potter series is done. and, let's be honest. HP is one of our biggest fandoms. so, really. its no surprise. it only means we'll have to be that much more vigilant.

Happy Birthday, DC! have a drink for me, too. hell, i might have my own later. sadly, i can't recally my 21st birthday. i think mom and dad took me to a steak place and i had my first legal drink. hell if i can recall what it is. it was a mixed drink and it came in a huge fucking glass. maybe a tequila sunrise. then again, i tend to block out my birthdays because they all suck. my drink of choice now is either 151 and coke or Jägermeister. straight from the bottle. screw the shot glass. no need to dirty something when i can just chug from the jug.

well, that explains everything. i was born on a Wednesday.....

i've added a chapter to my biggest fic on the site, She Said What? this is a Severus/Hermione fic and i've posted Chapter Twenty One to the site. a comment overheard in the castle sends everyone into a frenzy and results in a marriage of inconvenience between the Greasy Git and the Insufferable Know-It-All. check this story out and read all about the UST, the comedic interludes and the hot, smoking sex. 37,810 hits and 368 reviews can't be wrong. you can find the story here: She Said What? i've just posted Chapter Twenty One: A Comedy of Eros

i've finally uploaded the highly (i think) anticipated chapter of The Harlequin to AFF. this is the chapter in which smut takes place. i know that Madlodger is awaiting this one. The Harlequin is the story of a lost and desolute Harry. the war has been over for years and Harry's left the magical world behind. the loss of his best friends has sent him into himself and, after a short downward spiral, Harry is now Harley Quinn, also known as The Harlquin, the most sought after dancer at a club called Dante's Inferno. thinking that he'd left the magical world behind for good, imagine his shock when a world weary Lucius Malfoy stumbles across him and suddenly finds himself captivated by the hidden temptation of the Harlequin. will these two men, shattered by their losses, come together to forge a new life? this is my first slash fic and this was my first slash sex scene, so i was unsure of how it came out. i was assured by a couple of people that it was good. should you read, i would beg you be kind to me. thanks for looking and hopefully reading. the story can be found here: The Harlequin

you didn't change mine, did you? it used to be Sweet and Scary. now this. i have to wonder who knows me so well....

well, let's not get into a discussion on getting pegged at the moment. i could go on and on about it and i'm sure no one wants to hear a grown woman whine. and honestly, i think people you don't know can give a better opinion of you than people you do know. because those people are biased. you're right. i don't really care for True Crime and most of what i read can fall easily into fantasy. honestly, most of what i read is fiction of one kind or another. so it would make sense i write it. one friend wanted to know if you meant i wasn't all here. i told her i was the first to admit that i'm not all there.

you hit the entire problem with the medical field on the head, Leon. money is the root of all troubles, in my opinion. we've been brainwashed into believing that bigger is always better and if you don't do your best to obtain something much better than the people living next to you, whether you know them or not, there's something wrong. so we spend money we don't have to get things we don't need. and we suffer for these actions in the places where we need the help the most. even base medical care is beyond our grasp without insurance these days. i'm sure most people start out going to school for medicine out of a desire to help their fellow man. but, somewhere along the way, it all gets buggered up by money.

hmmmm. dunno about losing arguments to myself. i don't pay close enough attention. and i dunno about four way conversations. again, don't pay attention. i do, like Leon. i talk to the Muses. constantly. and they're an arrogant bunch of gits. lately, three of the four have taken to dressing up to see who looks best in the least. the fourth watches and waits for something dangerous to come along so he can kill it. its amazing i get any writing done at all. gee, Madlodger.... what does this say about my abilities as a writer? i'm curious to see if you can answer this one. i'd like to think i'm not so easily pegged.

i don't know that i distrust going to the doctor. but i can tell you i dislike it immensely. though i've seen many of my thoughts already written down before me. my biggest complaint about going to the doctor is that the wait is so long. my time is just as valuable as the doctor's time is. you get an appointment and are told to get there at least ten minutes before hand. and then you sit and wait in the waiting area for about half an hour after the appointed time. a nurse comes to get you, takes you back and you sit for another half hour in a room, waiting for the doctor to come see you. and that takes all of fifteen minutes. then you're on your way with a scrip. how the bloody hell can a doctor learn anything about their patients that way? and, given the way insurance works here in the US, this is the doctor you HAVE to go see. i don't believe there's anything such as a family doctor anymore. its truly sad by my son's pediatrician knows more about him than the doctor i have now knows about me. my eye doctor knows more about me than my GP. and, even scarier, is that our vet knows more about our pets than our doctors know about us. and we get in and out of there faster. i do have to admit that i've had doctors i really liked. my OB/GYN was great when i was pregnant. i really liked her. and the first GP we had when we moved to Texas was wonderful. that woman was sent by the gods. lately, though, its all about money.

well, let me see. i like peanut butter and margarine sandwiches. but it has to be the soft margarine. and i put peanut butter on both slices of bread. i've also been known to eat pickles dipped in cool whip. yes, kosher dills. um.... i'm sure there are others, but i rarely go with a variety of foods, so i couldn't tell you at the moment. but yeah. those are two of my strange bits. my mom eats everything on bread. and my brother used to make himself pepper sandwiches. black pepper on white bread. of course, this is the boy who used to eat milk bones, too. i remember him counting the bones out, one for him and one for our collie. weirdness runs in my family. it runs wild and rampant and begs to be put in a cage.

oh wow. i didn't know you needed a license to be a jackass. whoever makes those and sells them must make a fortune because i work with a veritable group of jackasses. and there are plenty more above them by the way, i'm a middle of the winter, January baby. in fact, i'm so wintery that i was born in the car on the way to the hospital. my dad was driving and mom was in the backseat. he didn't believe i'd arrived until i cried. that car should be a frigging monument or something but the waterpump broke and they got rid of it, damn it! no mobile homage to my brilliance.

well, that's a list you can add me to. i constantly talk to myself. and yes, i even answer on occasion. at least i know i won't lie to myself. and if i try.... well, you can see where this is going. barking mad, yeah. that's the ticket... oh, and by the way DA.... i second that whole loving you the way you are thing.