Ginevra

I am already posted on four other archive sites. I am in the process of duplicating my entire body of work on two of those sites. The other two are fandom-specific archives. For a long time I was posting new stories only on AFF, mainly out of laziness. One good thing that has come out of all the recent upheaval here at AFF was it gave me the kick in the pants I needed to get off my butt and start posting elsewhere. I've been putting all my eggs in one basket for much too long. I wish I'd been posting on multiple sites all along, as it would have been much easier that way. For now, it's my intention to post most of my works here first. Then when they are complete, or nearly so, to begin posting them on other archives. In other words...You guys are my guinea pigs. And so far, AFF is the biggest and most active archive I've found. And it's reasonably user friendly compared to some others. I got spoiled with cutting and pasting into the text box and am having to repackage my work for these other archives. Bleh!

Realistically, I don't think I could stop anyone from writing fan fics based on my work (theoretically speaking). Though I could make websites like this one afraid to host them. If I wanted to spend all that money on lawyers. Reading them myself would get a bit sticky though...I would wind up questioning whether I came up with ideas myself or if I had lifted them from a fan fic. Or if I had reacted so strongly against a fan fic that I chose to do the direct opposite. I'm too curious to leave things alone...So I probably would read them, but not admit to it. If I found someone who really shared my vision I might even attempt to contact them and offer to collaborate in some way. Or I might allow an author approved sort of fan fiction like MZB did with the "Friends of Darkover." That, of course, assumes that I could ever become that popular. But, I do understand that for a writer, their works are their living. While it may seem very abstract to own ideas, if they didn't get paid for them, we'd have a lot fewer books on our shelves. Unless it is some author approved arrangement, fan fic authors should make no profit from their fan works. I hope one day to actually take a stab at going pro. Probably when I retire and start drawing off my 401K. That's one of the main reasons I haven't posted any original work of my own. For now, I use fan fiction as a means of honing my skills, exploring ideas, and just plain having fun. If I don't enjoy writing it, how could anyone enjoy reading it?

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I am a witch and I most carefully...most decidedly...did not curse him. I know better. People did love him, whether or not he was worthy of it. His marriage was too new for his widow to have seen him the way I learned to. He'd been "saved" at his father's church about 2 weeks beforehand. I don't know if it was sincere, or a ploy to curry favor with his father when he was in desperate need of help. He was capable of either. Anyway, it gave his family some comfort. My son was five and it was his first experience with death. His father was a better weekend Dad than he was as a live in father. My son loved him and was devastated and confused. And angry. Very angry. He's seeing a counselor. The ex's relationship with his father was always rocky. I think he was convinced his father didn't care much for him and he was resentful. He was also wrong. His father was hit hard by the loss. And hurt even more when the young widow cut ties and took the grand-baby out of his reach. She also has a daughter my son's age and they had gotten close. He still asks for her and has only seen his baby sister a few times. It was also frightening to me until we found out the cause of death. A man should not just drop dead at the age of twenty nine. I was afraid it might be some undiagnosed health condition--perhaps one my son or his baby sister could inherit. No. I wished him dead. Out of my life permanently. He was like a cancerous growth that needed to be cut out of my life. But, I didn't lift a finger (or athame) to do it. I don't cast if I can't control myself. If mere wishful thinking was enough, then I'm much more powerful than anyone has a right to believe, me included. That, indeed, would be hubris.

The Bear Went Over The Mountain -- #2 son is playing with a musical toy.

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I am tired...I've been tinkering with stories all day. I am regretting that I wrote a 145K word piece as a single file instead of breaking it up in chapter files. I am glad that my #2 son is so cute. I just caught him playing peek-a-boo with his reflection in the window.

Drifter

Suspenders

I am glad that there are such things as thyroid meds...and that they are cheap. I take 'em myself. I am glad that I have a wonderful husband who puts up with my eccentricities. I am glad that somebody left me a new review today.

I have. But not much past that. I have never been to California.

^ Has issued an invitation. < Looks forward to going to a party she doesn't have to organize. V Will bring the beer.

I am no longer allowed to watch what I want on T.V. Apparently I handed over the remote control when I slipped on that wedding ring.

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I am taking a break from editing fics. I am listening to my baby play with his baby piano. I am just finishing up a late lunch.

Susan Sarandon

Con

Truck

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Hell yeah! Kevin Smith is a cutie. Looks all cuddly and stuff like that. I've had at least one fella who enjoyed the taste of his own semen, whether or not it was in my mouth. Though I've never really heard the term used outside of the movie until now. Don't really even remember the line. The first time I watched a man lick his own cum off his fingers like it was chocolate sauce I found it a bit surreal. But, I got over it. Anywho...If I've delivered my end, the recipient has no cause to fuss about a little leftover the next time we swap spit. I don't fuss when the situation is the other way around even though that's not exactly my favorite flavor. Write it and I'll read it!

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Oh my god... Funny!

Well...I warn you to take better care of yourself. That may very well have been my ex's besetting sin. I appreciate the offer, but it's no longer necessary... He never was one to take good care of himself. After I divorced him and we both remarried, his new wife had a horrible pregnancy where she was in and out of the hospital. Under all that stress, I guess his health deteriorated. He was obese, diabetic, and he used to have seizures when we were dating, but as far as anyone knew he'd had none for years. In the end, he was found on the side of the road, dead. It was the middle of summer and he'd been riding a bike home from a job interview because he'd lost his job while his wife was in the hospital and his car was repossessed. The autopsy said it was a seizure, complicated by his obesity. Of all the times we argued about him staying out all night and refusing to let me know where he was or when he was coming home...I don't know how many times I worried about just that. That he would have a seizure at the wrong time and place. I really was more worried about that at the time than whether or not he was fooling around. He left a young widow, ten years my junior, a month old baby girl, and my then five year old son behind. Yes. I did wish the bastard dead...But not at that price.

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