So... HI.

It's been awhile. Really. No, seriously. It's been, like, a year.

During that year, I have gone back to school for a B.S. in geological sciences, seen my father through the ICU again, and switched fandoms.

The most important of these being, of course, the switching of fandoms.

Don't get me wrong--I still love Harry Potter, I still love the Marauders, and I still love writing them. I just don't get any inspiration from it anymore. We'll see what happens once Deathly Hallows comes out.

But I wanted to let you all know, in case you happen to share my (teensy, really, insignificant!) love for Supernatural... I've been posting more fic over at my RL journal, terraneanblues. Not a whole smorgasbord of it, yet, but I'm working on it. Also, please feel free to friend me over there. You're pretty much guaranteed a friend-back, so what could you lose, eh? :) And no worries if you de-friend this journal. I likely will not be posting from it for quite some time, if ever again. No drama, promise. :)

Aside from all that... I've been getting some awesome, awesome recs from random people as of late and am, to say the least, quite befuddled by it. I'm not sure where all this attention originated from, given that I am but a speck of dust in the almighty R/S cogwork, but hey, I'll take it for what it's worth! I'd just like newcomers to know that they're free to reference terraneanblues as the author, if they should so choose (and I would, really, prefer it, given that I'm trying to consolidate everything... it's confusing, I know. I'm sorry.)

That should be it for now. Ta, darlings!

Title: How We Operate
Author: earthanthem
Word Count: 1,335
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Summary: A hunt in Cincinnati brings up the past, present, and future.

( Sam took the gun from the trunk and hefted it over one shoulder like a grocery bag. Dean already had his weapon—a machete that blazed like fire as he practiced his swing in the light of freeway traffic—and the trunk closed with a snap, pushed gently into place because Sam always hears about it whenever he slams the Impala’s doors. )

Title: domesticity and danger
Author: earthanthem
Rating: PG
Word Count: 815
Summary: Doctor Who/Harry Potter crossover; Ten/Rose, Remus/Sirius. Not so much a crossover as a back-and-forth...you'll get the idea.

( He was alone for a long time. Most survivors are alone for the rest of their lives, so he thinks he should consider himself lucky. )

Title: Fragments
Author: earthanthem
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,044
Notes: Not my best ever, but a good piece to get me back into the swing of things... sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything new. :( But hpslashnotsmut will be out soon, and I have something written for that! :-D

( Sirius keeps more than a hippogriff locked away in his bedroom. )

For those of you who are not on my personal journal's flist:

In 58 minutes, I shall be hereby known as the DEVIL CHILD.

It's my birthday tomorrow :-D And it's 06-06-06. And I may just go see the Omen for total kicks.

...and my mommy totally sent me a CD with Travis covering "Baby One More Time" and I think that pwns all. ALL, I tell you.

Um. So. I've been gone for a long time. I apologize for that. This is mostly because I really only post fanfic on this site, and not RL stuff, and well, RL has been shitting on me for quite some time, it would seem.

To summate: 1)Dad had a massive heart attack in the middle of April. The day before Easter, actually. 2)I graduated with an English Literature and Creative Writing Bachelor's degree on May 14. 3)Grandma had a minor heart attack on May 24. 4)I moved 200 miles from home to take on a summer-long internship with Pearson Education. 5)I moved out of my rented house at college, into my parents' house for a week, out of my parents' house, and into a new apartment. In the space of nine days. 6)I came down with a horrible sinus infection last weekend. 7)I lived for the past week with no internet connection.

In short, that's not really a reason to be totally disappeared, but I really haven't had the time to write, what with all the tying of loose ends and the hospital visits and the packing. Nor have I really had much... inspiration. I kind of went on emotional shutdown for the entire month of May. It's happened before, and it's very temporary. But it may be awhile before I feel up to really writing anything again. We'll see.

Otherwise, I'm terribly sorry for having fallen so far behind on my flist and for not commenting on things, etc. I feel like a horrible friend :-P And none of this namby-pamby nonsense about me being ridiculous -- I've been a total slacker! And now that I have the internet back in my apt., and nothing much else to do on weeknights, I will most likely be catching up again. So be forewarned! :-D

Loves and kisses to you all. *mwah*

Compliments of byronyraven:

( memeage! )

Wow. You guys rock. That last post was the funnest ever. Haha. Oh, look, I just said "funnest." And I'm an editor. Go me.

*ahem*

Yeah, so, the people who have friended my personal journal can basically skip this post, but I thought everyone else would like to know: I'm offically an editor now.

Well, for the next 3 months anyway. We'll see where it goes from there. But...

I am officially interning with Pearson Educational Publishing, as of next week. In Indianapolis. With my friend Kayla. I'll get to manage my own projects by the end of the summer.

Kayla did this internship for two summers while in college, and wound up getting a job with Pearson. And last month, they moved her from educational publishing to the Penguin Books group. Yes, Penguin, as in Penguin Classics.

Pearson owns, like, half the publishing world. And they have offices everywhere in the world, so... whoa.

I'm getting paid $9/hour and my parents have agreed to help me pay for an apartment so I don't have to live with anyone too sketchy or in a really shady complex. I've been apartment hunting all morning and have fallen in love with this one loft apartment that's $509/month. But there are no utilities included. And there's no laundry. Which is a bitch.

Anyway. Educational publishing was not the field I wanted to enter, nor was Indianapolis my first choice of location. But it is somewhere to start (and hopefully, by this time next year, I'll have enough money saved up to go traipsing all around the world like I've always wanted ;))

Cheers, all!

PS: I got the Elizabethtown Vol. 2 soundtrack the other day. It's even better than the first. Mostly because it includes the song that plays on Orlando Bloom's cell phone -- "I! Can turn your grey skies BLUE!" -- which I, you know, absolutely love. I want it on my cell phone now. That would be bitchin'.

I have been a horrible new friend to all of you. I'm sorry. I have just not had the time for LJ, really, all week. This is a travesty on my behalf (not because anyone really counts on me to be around, but because this means I am actually being productive and/or having a life, and this is Bad News Bears, kids).

I've decided that I hate my writing. For the past few weeks it has been incredibly forced, cliche, and lame. I think my muse has taken a vacation to O'ahu (where I would love to be this summer, dammit), my brain cells have been killed dead by Jell-o shots, and my time has been sucked dry by a discussion on the differences of Fate and Free Will as shown in William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying and Toni Morrison's Song of Solomon (including the social causes and ramifications of such).

To make up for this lack of fangirling (my bad), I am offering this ONCE IN A LIFETIME opportunity to ask Remus and Sirius any question you'd like. Depending on their moods, you may get hilarity or tragedy. The question plays no part; they are stubborn buggers and will answer it however they feel.

In other news: I am learning Spanish. I'm up to direct pronouns and the perfect present tense, but this book is really shoddy on vocabulary. It gives me a word and expects me to already know the meaning. BUT: I've already managed to decipher the bits of the sign on our Mexican grocery store (Jalisco Market) that I didn't know before. Go me! And I want to watch Los Diarios de Motocicleta again.

Okay. Go! Ask away! I'll They'll be waiting!

So, amidst my drunken haze of adventures last night (oh, the stories...), Eryn and I happened to latch onto my AIM friends, and came out with the link to my friend Lee's art.com album.

So I knew Lee liked photography. And I knew he liked Green Day. But what happens when Lee gets to see Green Day live in the C-bus?

Pure beauty. That's what.

Also: I am so fucking jealous of Lee's life. I want to be him. His own mother took him to Woodstock '99. I mean, c'mon.

Last night also involved drunken!Waffle House and the singing of a song titled "My Roommate Emily Likes to Be Naked." And the hating of everything I write, therefore I have not written anything today, nor do I intend to, all weekend, given that 1)Tomorrow is our delayed Cinco de Mayo party (we bought tequila, margarita mix, and Leah made orange, yellow, green, and red jell-o shots. MMMM), 2)I have two papers to work on still, 3)Let's face it: I'm lazy.

AND I WANT MY FUCKING PUBLISHING INTERNSHIP, PEARSON CORPORATION. GIMME. NOW.