Some unsettling hints at the future to come, in this AU fanfic: http://checkedinbatesmotel.com/my-fan-fiction/erase-my-mind-replace-my-heart/
There are only two chapters left in this Bates AU story, and as with most of them I write: What’s going to happen is already set in motion. I’m simply the conduit. I’ve had plenty of fires to keep putting out in my personal life, including serious health issues, which accounts for why I haven’t been writing much around here. I don’t like to broadcast a lot of those details across the ‘Net.
If you’d really like to know, you’re welcome to private-message me. More importantly, I’ve been thinking about the direction I could take this SoulBates fandom website into the future?
I’m putting it out to you all:
What would you like to see?
Here are a few of my fleeting ideas:
- a much bigger and better SoulBates art gallery page, with most taken from my bates_angela Instagram, to start anyway.
- custom fanfic prompt requests just for you, when you message me with them. - More OC fanfic stories, at least one of which I have in mind. I’m talking a brand-new OC. Or two.
- *cringe: Me narrating some of my own fandom writings. But since I’ve been doing this as paid gigs for other authors, I guess it’s only reasonable I give that a try, if enough of you would like me to.,
And of course, I’m open to any other ideas and suggestions.
Norma murmured agreement while stifling a yawn. Her tired mind only focused on Morgan LeFey and Arthur Pendragon on the TV screen for a while, then:
"Have you ever sensed there's a bad entity in that house?"
Norma sat up, "What makes you say that?"
Maddie gave a wry smile and nodded towards the beat-up book, "I practiced the Craft for a while, years actually, starting when I was 17. Eventually it fell by the wayside, especially after I met the ex. I guess I can say you've inspired me to start studying it again. Something that negative can cause all kinds of misery. It feeds off it. You've saged the place, I could sense that too."
"So you're saying...what, Maddie?”
Only last night, Cady had been crying, scared, upset about the storm, the unfamiliar surroundings, and her missing beloved daddy. Then it was like a switch flipped. She went silent, wiped her own face dry with the back of her hand, and disentangled herself from her mother's arms in their shared bed. Then Cady got up, went to the other still-made bed, tugged back the covers with both small hands. The only light in the room came from lightening flashes outside, yet she no longer acknowledged it. She crawled in with her back to Emma, pulled up the sheet, and nodded off until late morning.
