maculategiraffe

(lieutenant colonel tell me about it, t-rex)

So here's me trying to get back on LJ. I know it's been forever, and I'm really sorry. I have been dealing with a lot of personal stuff that culminated in a couple of visits to urgent care and a few decisions about the future that will hopefully bear healthy fruit. So-- I'm trying to get back on LJ, yeah. Get back to writing. I'm always happiest when I'm writing.

( and apparently I have written a book )

So that's something to think about.

But in the meantime, I need a game plan for getting back on Livejournal. I am a bit overwhelmed by how long I've been gone, so I need to take it a little bit at a time. I want to post it on here so you guys know what's up and so that I have incentive to stick to the plan instead of just throwing up my hands.

( Schedule )

After that we'll see.

Thank you so much to everyone who has said something nice to me while I was gone, whether it be about me personally or my work. I can't tell you what a lift it gives me. *squishes everyone*

You guys? You guys are awesome. THANK YOU to everyone who pitched in to buy from my Emergency Hoarded Luxuries Sale, THANK YOU to everyone who pimped the sale on their journal, and THANK YOU times a billion to everyone who bypassed the whole perfume thing and just kicked in a donation out of sheer kindness. You made a seriously upsetting incident (my poor, poor dear computer!) into an occasion to realize anew just how neat people can be. Thank you so much. With the help of your generous donations and proceeds from the sale, I now have a working plan: if worst comes to worst and my poor baby is really no more (it's currently in the shop undergoing last-ditch diagnosis), my dad is going to sell me his subcompact Acer notebook, which he bought for himself a couple of months ago but which he has decided is too small for him to comfortably use. I have teeny hands, so this should not be a problem for me. And I shall name it Hermia.

I will try to deserve your great generosity, and to keep y'all updated on the situation. And to everybody who purchased, I'll plan to get your stuff mailed out on Tuesday, after the holiday.

(In the meantime, I have ten pages of a Bran training cutscene written in a spiral notebook. I'm... I think I may actually be unstoppable.)



Mr. Giraffe: "People are sending you their money just because your laptop died?"
Me: "Didn't I tell you my readers were the nicest people in the entire world?"
Mr. Giraffe: "Awww! Well, it seems like you deserve it. You put a lot of work into those stories. And I'm sure they're very nice stories, if you like that sort of thing."
Me: "What sort of thing?"
Mr. Giraffe: "Penises in the bum."

Thanks so much to trueila for sending me a lovely vgift and bringing it to my attention that today-- aye, today-- is the one-year anniversary of my very first post here on my LJ, which was also the very first story ever posted in the Slave Breaker's 'verse!

This seems like an apropos time to express my total and utter adoration of all my readers, without whose gracious, generous and gentle encouragement I would never have gotten past that first chapter without tucking my tail between my legs and running back to my nice safe notebooks, let alone continued to post like a maniac for a solid year (and counting). Don't get me wrong, I'd write without any encouragement at all; I've been writing These Kinds of Stories since I was about four, and a year ago was the first time I ever let anyone else read one of them (aside from attempting to hand one in as a school assignment-- NB. that hurt/comfort femdom slave stories do not go over well in sixth grade language arts), but it continues to awe me how many people not only enjoy my work, but take the time and interest to comment, discuss finer points of worldbuilding and characterization, make suggestions, and even volunteer for cameos-- not to mention the number of people who have been nudged to start posting their own (awesome) stuff because they saw mine, which is the best encomium of all. Thank you, thank you, thank you to every single last one of you.

A year! Good Lord! However shall we celebrate?