Fanfic writer

After the End (LOST crack!fic)

I don't think I've written a single (non-RPG-related) fanfic in over four years, and what I had written prior to the four-year-long hiatus was almost exclusively Harry Potter based. (For the record, I took the break from fic writing not because I was sick of it -- I actually have been dying to get back to Yellow for a long time now -- but first because I got sucked into my RPG, and second because of the whole "need to ban myself from hobbies that I could get obsessed with or else I'll never get this damn master's degree" thing.) So it's a bit bizarre that the first piece of fic I've written in almost half a decade is not an HP fic, but a LOST one. Anyway, even though the ban is still in effect, and will be until I graduate in December, I couldn't help breaking it shortly after the LOST finale, because there was this bit of silliness I couldn't get out of my head otherwise. I hope you enjoy.

Title: After the End
Author: miss_sophia
Characters: Hurley, Ben
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13 for one silly hatesex mention (not between Hurley and Ben, you sicko!)
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for LOST finale
Summary: Hurley sets the rules.
Disclaimer: I avow no ownership of, or claim to, the characters of LOST, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, or Harry Potter.
Author’s Note: This is a silly, but hopefully somewhat poignant, piece of crack inspired by the idea that with the Smoke Monster dead and gone, protecting the island is actually a very boring job. The title is a tribute to the first Harry Potter überfic I read. I apologize for any inaccuracies related to the Star Wars and Lord of the Rings references, as I have seen only the original three Star Wars movies (sorry, Hurley!) and none of the Lord of the Rings ones (sorry, Dwight Schrute!).
Word Count: 1,947

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Harry and Sirius - Look how they shine

Shout out to all Azkatrazers!

Yeah, so it's been several months since I've found the time and energy to update, but I just wanted to make a quick post saying that I'm going to be at Azkatraz (Harry Potter convention in San Francisco, for those few of you who may not know) starting this Thursday, and I hope to see some of you there! Let me know if you're coming so I can look out for you. I'm going to be there with my mom, Meghan, and my husband (who's coming along mainly to watch Meghan -- this HP stuff weirds him out a bit, I'm afraid ;) ). And yes, for those of you who may remember my last post about my mom being in the hospital on a ventilator, that means my mom is alive and well. :D A virus attacked her heart back in late March, and for a couple of weeks, we weren't sure if she was even going to make it, but she's all healed up and even healthier than she was before the illness.

Anyway, I hope to see some of you there. I'll be dressed as Hermione, escaped-from-prison!Bellatrix, and possibly another, supersekrit character, so look out for me! And when I get back, I think I will finally be back up and running LJwise. I've just had a lot going on over here, as well as a copyediting job from hell that caused me to put a sort of ban and mental block on activities I knew would suck me in and take up my time. But that's all over now, and so once I get back from Azkatraz, I should be back to updating and reading and all that.
Woe - bulldog

Just a quick post to let you know I'm still alive and (mostly) well

It's just been a busy couple of months, and I haven't had the time or the brain space to get on LJ. You all know my whole anality thing about needing to backread the flist and all that. I've just been focusing on other things -- mostly Meghan, the little megalomaniac that she is. ;) I will be back up and running sometime in the not-too-distant future. But for now, I need to focus on a bigger situation, which is that my mom is in the ICU on a ventilator due to a lung infection that went haywire. She's been in there since Monday, and things were looking really scary, but we got good news about it today, and she should be off the ventilator by tomorrow or Friday at the latest, the doctors think. I don't have the time or energy to go into it in detail right now. On top of it all, I've got a bad cold myself and have been up a lot of the past three nights coughing my own lungs out. Aside from that, I feel fine, although I sound like a 70-year-old 4-pack-a-day smoker.

Anyway, that's it from me right now. Oh, agameofthree, I'm SO SO SO sorry about not getting your BPTP stuff out to you yet, but I will! Once this crisis with my mom's health passes, I will send you your stuff. *HUGS!*

Thanks to those of you who were wondering where I was! I do miss y'all, and I'll be back in the game soon! ♥

ETA: No April Foolery here. Just to clarify.
Happy faces - cupcakes


My flist backlog is finally conquered. Yes, I know I'm crazy for doing all the backreading, but I genuinely do enjoy it. I just don't like getting so far behind, and the stomach flu death plague thing didn't help. The good news on that front is that it spontaneously resolved itself sometime between last night and this morning, so it wasn't E. coli after all. I even went ahead and cancelled tomorrow's doctor's appointment; no point in wasting his time when I'm perfectly back to normal again.

And to celebrate that, here is something absolutely horrifying, courtesy of st_aurafina (DO NOT CLICK IF THIS IS SOMETHING YOU DO NOT WANT TO UNSEE): Some Twitard has made a knit-and-felted model of Bella's uterus, complete with a mini felted Renesmee in it, all tied up with a ribbon for extra WTFery. The pictures are not graphic (it's knitting), but that doesn't make them any less brainbreaky. In all seriousness, it's sort of a vaguely neat, albeit still somewhat squicky and weird, idea to craft a baby and a uterus; as someone who, you know, grew a real child in a real uterus, I find the process of human gestation pretty damn amazing. But then you get the following explanation and it all just goes to hell: "The inside of the belly is all black because Renesmee was such a mystery and was hiding. There is red for the Edward since he's a vampire and nothing shiny I had would felt. 8-P. Bits of brown in there for Jacob because he's part of Bella (even before imprinting) as much as her baby." YAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH. I am, however, amused by some of the horrified comments underneath. I guess even Twitards have their limits.

Also, if anyone's interested in purchasing children's and other educational books from the Usborne company, I have an online store from the show I did at my house this past weekend, and if you purchase through that, I get free shit. :) It closes tomorrow at 11:59 pm EST, though, so you kind of have to act now. Just thought I'd mention it here in case anyone is interested.

ETA: The post with the knit uterus is now flocked. But you can still fry your brain see the pics here. You're welcome.
RARR dragon

Why so emo, iPhone?

My iPhone just attempted to commit suicide by sneakily leaping from my jeans pocket to the dishwasher. I thought I felt something pulling at my jeans, accompanied by a slightly odd noise from the dishwasher, so I went to check my pocket, and -- yup, no iPhone! It had lodged itself on the top rack of the dishwasher. Good thing I noticed! My warranty has been over for ages, and anyway, I don't think "having been dishwashed" counts as a reason for free replacement.

Healthwise, I've actually felt a good deal better all day, but I'm sure it'll be the same old crap tomorrow morning, so I'm definitely keeping that appointment with my GI doc.

One of my HP newsletter comms linked to Dramione comm post about the best D/Hr fanfic quotes. Out of (morbid?) curiosity, I decided to see what was there and was pleasantly surprised, especially at the good writing and humor in some of them (some, not all!). And that made me think about how it can really pay to read fic whose basic premises aren't along the lines of your usual preferences, because good writing exists in places you wouldn't expect. I just wish I had more time for it all.
Candy heart - Bugger

Apparently I switched around my necklace too soon

I think I have E. coli. Not the lethal version, mind, but it still sucks. I got some sort of stomach flu, or maybe it was food poisoning, on Thursday night (notable food consumed for dinner: salad, harbinger of all things illness related). When the accompanying lethargy finally lifted somewhat Friday evening, we went out to this famous local burger place. I told Jack to order mine well done, because I had no interest in taking chances with my food after going through the crap (take that however literally you would like to) I had gone through the night before. So Jack goes and orders it medium, because that was what was recommended on the menu. Despite me explicitly saying, "I know medium is recommended, but I want it well done, because I'm not taking chances, given that I'm still not feeling so great." (And yes, I normally order my own food, but this place was the sort where you order up at the counter, and it was really crowded, so Meghan and I held seats for us while Jack went and did the ordering. Incidentally, he also ordered my burger with American cheese despite my explicit instructions to go with cheddar. He knows how I think American cheese is processed crap, so why on earth would he think I want it? *sigh*) Well, anyway, the burger came back more like medium rare, and not being the sort of person who returns food, I sucked it up and ate it anyway. And have been sick ever since.

So I'm not sure if it was the salad Thursday night, the burger Friday night, both, or just some completely non-food-related stroke of bad luck, but yeah, I'm not doing so great when it comes to the good ol' digestive tract, and that's making me lethargic and dehydrated. Thankfully, it's definitely not my chronic intestinal condition come back to haunt me; I know the signs of that one, and these are not even close to them. This is more like what happened 10 years ago after I ate a restaurant salad (note a pattern here?), and after blood tests and whatnot, my GI doc said he thought it was E. coli, and he prescribed me an antibiotic, which solved the problem. I've got an appointment with him on Wednesday afternoon, so I'm just going to hang in there until then. It's not dire, but it's not fun either, especially when you have a small, but very energetic, child crawling all over your home.

The good news is that Meghan is finally napping! Consistently! Without hours of screaming! After a few days in which Jack and I were really strict about putting her down in the afternoon when we knew she was tired and letting her cry herself to sleep without checking in on her at all (apparently that last part was key!), she now allows us to put her in her crib for a nap. Oh, she complains, but it lasts for maybe 30 seconds max, and not even that much, and then once we're out of the room, she pulls up her lamb doll, lays her head on it, and goes to sleep. She doesn't seem to nap for much more than 40 minutes to an hour but it's something, and I'll take it!

Speaking of sleep, I've been having the most retarded-ass dreams. In one of them, I wasn't sure who Meghan's father was (I think I've been watching too much Maury...); it was between an old friend from high school who has since made it to some degree on Broadway and in Hollywood (he was the choice I was hoping for) or...wait for it...WILLIAM SHATNER. WHAT. THE. HELL. Apparently, I didn't think it was important to have a family discount on Priceline. I blame the E. coli. And Canada. (Hey, it works! William Shatner is Canadian!)
Mommyhood - @homemom


Yesterday, Meghan went from 8:15 am until 9:20 pm without a single nap, with the exception of a 7-minute car ride around 7:30 and a 10-minute car ride around 9:00. Over 13 hours without a nap for a 10-month-old is RIDICULOUS. And it wasn't for lack of trying, either: I let her scream in her crib from 2 to 3 pm and again from 5 to 5:45 pm. And by the end of it all, I was really angry. Unreasonably so, and I think it was because she had won the battle, and I hate losing (especially when my victory would be a good outcome for her -- I mean, children need to sleep, you know???). And then on top of it all, she slept like shit last night, so it's not like she crashed to make up for her lack of sleep.

Well, today I AM THE VICTOR, HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Forty-five minutes of screaming in her crib, with me checking in just once (as opposed to every 10 minutes, which is what I had done yesterday), and she's finally given up! I sneaked up there 5 minutes ago -- and this is where the ninja part comes in, because our stairs are pretty creaky, which I knew would cause her to start screaming again, so I had to creep up on all fours at times -- and while she wasn't asleep, she was finally lying down with her head on one of her stuffed animals.

I will take what victories I can snatch up!

Of course, now I'm feeling all guilty and second-guessy, because what if she simply wasn't tired, and what if I'm a bad mom for letting her scream all that time by herself, but...yeah, she'll be better off for having a nap.

I feel like she is a horse and I am breaking her. But I know she will be so much better off if she just naps consistently every day -- and so will I, because I need some time to myself, so that I can appreciate her more later on.

Back to backreading.
Seasonal - Snowman with animated snow

Snow Day

I am unreasonably thrilled that I am snowed in today. It's not like I typically leave the house a whole lot; most of my days, I just stay home with Meghan. (I'm trying to get out more for playdates for Meghan, and Jack and I just joined a gym that has child care services, and is a two-minute drive from our house to boot, which means that I have no excuse not to go there at least a couple of times a week, but with it being winter and all, I'm not exactly motivated to be out and about a whole lot.) But the prospect of a snow day is still ridiculously exciting. We actually did have somewhere to go today -- Meghan has a music-play class at 10 every Tuesday -- but it got cancelled because of the weather, so in a sense, it really is a snow day; however, I think my giddiness has more to do with fond memories of snow days back in high school. I went to a magnet school that was an hour and 15 minutes away (well, really just 45 minutes, but the school bus always took longer), and it was always the most wonderful feeling to get the news that school had been cancelled and I could sleep in. That meant curling up on the couch and hot chocolate and everything being all pretty and white...and the prospect of actually getting my homework done before it was due...although who'm I kidding, most of the time I just left it for the very last minute before class the next day anyway.

It's also nice to be up and about earlier than usual. Usually by this time of morning (10:30 am), I'm up, but still ruing that fact (you can rue facts, and not just days, right?), and Meghan and I are not typically showered and breakfasted yet.

GAH, she keeps trying to type with me. I'm going to give her a chance to get it out of her system. Here's Meghan:



Well. I'm glad she is familiar with the use of emoticons and ends her statements with periods.

ANYWAY, because I didn't get word of her class cancellation until the last minute, I had gotten us up and showered and all that only to find out that we were going to be staying home. And even though it was just an hour-long class rather than a full-day affair, I'm still insanely excited. Ridiculous, I know. But this is one of the many reasons I don't want to move to California (something Jack is still somewhat disappointed about): Snow days are an important part of growing up! I want Meghan to feel that special thrill at the announcement on the news, and I want to make her hot chocolate and bake cookies and do fun crafts and watch videos and stuff during a time that would otherwise be spent in academic seriousness and whatnot.

God, when did I become so domestic? *clings to her inability to clean the house properly as proof that she's not a housewife from the '50s, EWWWW*

I do sort of wish I had known about the cancellation earlier, though. Jack had texted me to say that schools are closed (the music teacher's policy is that when county schools are closed, she's cancelling class, even though the classes are not part of the county system itself), and at the time, Meghan was still sleeping (in my bed, where she usually ends up at around 6 am), and she was all cute and cozy in her Santa-suit pajamas (which I intend to get good mileage out of even though it is no longer Christmas). It's only a 50-50 chance these days that she is still sleeping after 8 am, and she wasn't waking up all that easily (which is generally a miracle as far as this girl goes; I swear, she's the lightest sleeper in the world), so I was all YAY about being able to curl up with her and sleep longer. But then I decided to double check Jack, and I didn't seen our county on the list of closings, so I woke Meghan up and got us ready. We were running really behind, because it had taken me a good 20 minutes before I thought to double check Jack, and that was 20 minutes during which I was supposed to be getting ready. Luckily, about 7 minutes before I needed to be out the door (but sooo wasn't ready yet), I checked my e-mail again, and there was a message from the teacher saying that roads near the church where the class is held are bad, so there will be no class.

I still kind of wish I had been able to snuggle longer with Santa Meghan and get some more sleep (especially since while I got about 7 or 7.5 hours, there were two wakeups, courtesy of Meghan, that broke it up, so I really could have used some more), but it's also nice to be up and clean and fed this early. Or "early," should I say. Heh.

I'm also feeling inexplicably thin today, or rather, not as gross and blobby as I've felt since I had Meghan. And I think it's going to be a good hair day as well. And I know these things shouldn't matter, but it's still nice. Hey, man, I'm a snake (by the Chinese zodiac), and we're supposed to be vain. ;)

Now all I need is for Meghan to take a nice three-hour-long nap later on and my day will be MADE.


I know. A girl can dream, right? Incidentally, it kills me when the other moms in Meghan's class, the ones with kids who are several months older than Meghan, are all, "Little Jakey is starting to skip his morning nap, which means that all we have is his afternoon nap, and three hours just passes by so quickly!" I'm like, DUDE, I'M LUCKY IF I GET ONE 30-MINUTE NAP A DAY, AND MY KID'S YOUNGER THAN YOURS, SO STFU!

She's lucky she's so damn cute. Especially when I tell her to put stuff on her head and she does -- it's her latest party trick. ;) I just enjoy knowing she's finally understanding things.

I have started to try to enforce naps, though. Like, when she obviously needs one, I've been letting her scream in her crib. Surprisingly, on some occasions, if I go up there after 10 minutes and put her back down, she's been going to sleep for 30 minutes to an hour. It used to be that she'd just continue screaming, and I'd eventually bring her down and let her play again (because 30 minutes to an hour of screaming is not fun), but lately she's been relenting a bit. And I could REALLY use that time, you know? Like, I really want to write some fic, and I often find myself very inspired during the day, but I simply don't have the Meghan-free time in which to do it. I'm starting to get to the point where I'm like, OK, you can be all cranky downstairs and I have to put up with that and can't get anything done, or I can leave you in your crib, where you can be equally cranky, but I can at least sit downstairs with the baby monitor's volume on low and get shit done, you know?

AND OW, GAH, WTF, she is pinching my boob while nursing (yes, I can type and breastfeed at the same time; does that count as a superpower?) and then smiling coyly when I say no and remove her hand. I swear, she's worse than a junior high boy. Again, she's is lucky she's so cute. Damn.

OK, back to backreading y'alls' LJs and replying to comments. &hearts