Tagged by @c3mf. Thank you for thinking of me. :)
What’s your age?
31
What’s your current job?
Information system analyst
What are you talented at?
Oh, well, I like to think I’m good at writing. I can cook rice in a regular pot on the stove without burning it. I hope that my friends think I’m supportive and that they can count on me. I know all the words to Weird Al’s The Saga Begins.
What is a big goal you are working toward (or have already achieved)?
Personally, I’ve spent most of 2017 so far cleaning, organizing, and decluttering my space. I recently realized I have a lot more control over this than I’ve been exercising. I don’t love cleaning but so far I’m pretty happy with the result. I really feel the progress has been worth the effort.
What’s your aesthetic?
Blue skies, light clouds, trade winds. Dogs, dog hair-covered jeans and t-shirts, books I plan to read. Iced coffee, colorful TV shows, driving just for the pleasure of going.
Do you collect anything?
I allow myself a few Vinylmations when new sets come out that I like. A few I’ve bought recently came from the Rogue One set, The Force Awakens, and Zootopia.
What’s a topic you always talk about?
I am always happy to talk Cabin Pressure, other people’s art, and Rainbow Warrior football.
What’s a pet peeve of yours?
When people act or exhibit condescending behavior simply because someone doesn’t know something. Also, any time someone is rude to a person working in customer service.
Good advice to give?
You can’t fix everything all at once. Make a plan, take a step, do one thing.
What are three songs you’d recommend?
I Don’t Wanna Be Sad by Simple Plan
Battle Scars by Paradise Fears
The World Will Know from the musical Newsies
If you would like to meme too, I tag @madderty, @a-drab-lunacy, @prettybirdy979, @unionjackpillow, and @alotistwowords.
Inspired by this prompt: Character is cursed to forget their loved one.
AU: Urban fantasy)
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It was frustrating, to say the least.
Cat paced the snow-covered streets of Fitton, being careful not to bump into any of the local people running their errands or doing their Christmas shopping. Complete strangers smiled at her and offered, more than once, to help her find what she was looking for because she was, apparently, obviously lost. No matter how kind the Fitton residents were, Cat couldn't ask them to help her.
Even she didn't know what she was looking for.
Cat felt like she was chasing a ghost; it wasn't exactly the worst way of putting it. She had forgotten something - someone - the result of a curse put on her by her mother. It was petty and cruel and the curse had been cast in spite, her mother not wanting to subject others to the curse of loving a Richardson. Cat's lifestyle up to a certain point had made the curse completely irrelevant but now she was missing someone, someone she loved, and she felt lost, cheated, and haunted by the fading beat of another's heart.
She stopped in front of a little coffee shop, hoping in vain for something to feel familiar.
Fitton was the only clue she had. A little town four hours outside of London, featuring an agricultural college, a squash festival, and an airfield Cat had never flown into. The name of the town appeared too often in Cat's life for it to be a coincidence: scribbled on notes in her flat, printed on the town paper in her flight bag, listed in recent searches on her phone. It was her only lead and she'd followed it blindly without anything else to go on.
Cat walked into the coffee shop, needing to do something so she wasn't just aimlessly walking up and down the streets. She glanced around at the other patrons as she waited for her order.
How could she have forgotten the person she loved?
Because she was aware of her mother's curse, Cat could feel her loss. She could feel the emptiness in her heart that had once been full, the clouded memories of emotions that were now more like dreams. She could hear the echoes of song and sentiment in a voice that refused to reveal itself to her.
The person she loved still existed on the edge of her consciousness and with every passing moment the curse washed more and more of them away.
Cat sighed, reaching into her coat pocket for her mobile, intending to call her father. Although he had no magic himself, her father always had a plan and Cat could use a plan of attack right now. She dropped her phone, cursing under her breath as she bent to pick it up, nearly knocking over another customer in the process. Cat grabbed the woman's arm to steady them both.
A vision of red hair and warm wools looked back at her.
"I'm sorry!"
"I'm so sorry!"
Cat smiled at the flustered woman's apology. "Why are you sorry. I almost knocked you over."
The woman paused to consider the situation. "I don't know," she said with a shrug. "It's a reflex."
"You have nothing to apologize for," Cat assured her. "I knelt down in a walkway, I almost knocked you over; I'm at fault. I'm very sorry about that... Mallory"
The woman's brow knit in confusion, an expression Cat found unexpectedly endearing. She followed Cat's eyes to her cup where 'Mallory' was printed in large, easy to read letters. She shook her head as a light blush colored her cheeks.
"Thank you but it's fine, no harm done." The woman pat Cat's arm lightly, reminding Cat that she was still holding on to her. "Have a nice day," she said, offering Cat a smile.
Cat smiled again as she stepped back to give the woman room to pass. "You too."
The woman glided past her, a soft floral scent and a sense of warmth going with her as she left the coffee shop.
Cat sighed, the feeling of loss weighing down on her again once the woman was out of sight. She turned her phone over in her hand, bringing up her father's contact information on the screen. Before she could ring his number, her name was called at the counter. Cat picked up her drink and called her father, interrupting him as she walked out the door.
You know who I miss? LRAC :D Some Carl/Theresa/Martin for the sentence meme, please and thank you. Fluff, smut, doesn't matter, any of it would be awesome!
Hi! I’m glad you like them enough to miss them. Thanks for the prompt! I hope you like this. :)
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They were going to be late.
Theresa considered the obvious as she switched off the alarm before it sounded and woke the two men sleeping around her. She ran her hand through Carl’s hair, smiling at the way he snuggled closer in her arms as Martin’s arm tightened around her waist, his face tucked into the nape of her neck.
Her heart ached when she thought about leaving them; despite all her power and privileges, their time together was always fleeting and far too brief.
She had no control over her life or whom she spent it with but at the very least, she had some control over her schedule.
09: What’s the worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten?
you know, someone sent me an ask the other day saying ‘up your btt’ and i gotta say, that was not helpful at all.
also when i was 16 i showed my writing to a boy and he said it was cliche and awful and i stopped writing original fic for like, two years
10: What’s your biggest writer pet-peeve?
right now, it’s being afraid of my own writing and the seemingly gargantuan task of actually writing a novel. i wish a lot that i could just get over myself.
21: Do you outline?
to varying degrees! i have written like 4 different outlines for SG that never work out. when i’m working on chapter fics, i have found it invaluable to outline the chapter that i’m writing so i stay on track - usually 5-10 bullet points of the main chapter beats. i don’t think i’ve outlined any of the short stories i’ve written lately, but that’s because they’ve all been more in the nature of exploring the story as it unfolds - i didn’t especially want to plan them.
for me, outlining works until it doesn’t, basically.
29: Which do you find easiest: writing or editing?
editing, god, editing. i love editing. i love cleaning things up and figuring out how to make them better and chopping things up and just...making them better. it’s very soothing.writing is harder because it’s creating something from nothing and inevitably knowing that you can do better, you’re just not sure how
⭐ in that same hera, hestia and demeter short story, hestia has mad social anxiety and is living her eternity vicariously through her sisters. she doesn’t get out of the house often
