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I am filled with ideas these days. Unfortunately for Bones, it's not with them. But rather, like a cheating woman, I have been caught with my old flame; The X-Files. My new story 'Memoirs...' will probably be the longest story I have ever written and it's not posted on ff.net. A first for me, this year. I can't stop clicking the keys with new dialogue, ideas and plans. When it's finished, I am wondering whether to continue with fan-fiction or take my writing career seriously. There is much to be done, and I am tired working in the hotel when my true love lies at home, in the form of my laptop. Unfortunately the Pulitzer evades me and until then, I must work to afford the adult things in life such as a mortgage and electicity.

I can't find the time, normally, to update my journal because real life beckons and it seems the world of writing virtual 'how popular can I be' enteries just is not on my top list of priorities. When I sit down, my eyes fall together and I can barely summons the energy to write my stories, let alone a journal entry. Every one {few} that I have written thus far has been on my days off, when I have finished doing domestic things and I fancy something a bit lighter than novels. Think of it as snacking after lunch, before dinner.

Writing 'Memoirs...' takes a lot of accuracy and energy - one of which I can't find these days. The ideas are there, and while my fingers move over the keys, much like now, my eyes burn. Awk... I guess adulthood really IS different than been a teenager. I guess, looking back, that all the problems I thought I had were, in fact, childish and unimportant.

Well, got to shake some energy into myself. Perhaps in the form of coffee. Ciao for now.
Current Location:
Home
Current Mood:
nostalgic nostalgic
Current Music:
Le Valse De Vienne
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I feel like I am 21 going on 80. With painful arches in my feet, tight pounding muscles in my back and a stride that is commonly accompanied with 'ouch', I am fairly sure a young person is not meant to feel like this. And technically, if we're being literal, I'm not twenty one until tomorrow. Technically, I'm not old enough to drink alcohol in the United States and I'm not allowed to gamble, but I have got grey hair, sore feet and a husband. Eek, where did childhood go?

This is the question I asked my best friend tonight - who, incidentally, is twenty one tomorrow as well. Neither of us can find a answer that explains where the carefree momments disappeared to. When school seemed like a hardship and the awkwardness of adolesence was the worst inconvenience in life. I can remember staying up all night with my friend, writing stories until dawn and sleeping until noon. I can't do irresponsible things like that anymore. Not with a job, a husband and a mortgage. Shame - because it makes me feel older, now.

I'm going to console myself with a bottle of Rose D'Anjou, a foot massage and then a blank Microsoft Word document.

Ciao.
Current Mood:
Old
Current Music:
Chori Chori Chhora Chhori
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I forgot that this place existed. I still don't think there's much to write about, and sometimes it's almost as though this is the place to try to be interesting and melodramatic. But since loads of my Bones friends are here, I'm coming along for the journey.

Have just moved into my new house, and in between painting and tidying, I'm finding some space for writing - because God I miss it so much. My fingers were twitching and I'm going crazy. The hotel is insanely busy - full occupancy almost every night, and I swear, I think Belfast International Airport has a sign inviting the entire world to visit. Which is a good thing. When I'm not working.

Just finished Sweet Anticipation, which has been received well and I've got some lovely reviews. Like it. I should be starting some other stories shortly, or possibly writing a sequel to SA. Who knows. I enjoyed writing it so much, and there's been a couple of requests.

I'll try to keep things updated - and I'm looking forward to the next Cullen's Bullpen challenge!
Current Location:
The desk.
Current Mood:
contemplative contemplative
Current Music:
Dheere Dheere, a Hindi song.
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Hey. I have started a new story called 'Impossible Dream' which I hope to turn into a full angst-fest. My friend has started a painting inspired by one of my non-fic stories and I am so pleased with the sketch. I was surprised that an image I had written about could be so vivid in anyone's mind.

I can't wait to see the finished product.

My day really is quite boring. Unfortunately it's filled with cleaning, cooking and being a general housewife. At the moment, anyway. I write when I am not doing those things and edit novels when I am not writing. And apart from that...

God, *mental note* get a life!

Anyway, Impossible Dream will feature Brennan being almost unable to have children, and Booth stepping in to help her - so to speak. Loosely inspired by The X-Files 'Per Manum'.

Current Location:
Rainy Belfast
Current Mood:
sleepy sleepy
Current Music:
Mandy Moore - Crush
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What am I meant to write here?

I don't really have anything interesting happening in my life.

I think I will probably just turn this into an alternative archive for my Bones fan-fiction. Maybe I'll post my ideas and people can check them out and let me know what they think, because to be honest, a diary filled with my day-to-day business is likely to put anyone into comatose. Yeh... probably best if I stick with the stories. Hmm... I just have to figure out how to add links and stuff. I'm not good with technology which is exactly why I take nothing to do with the maintenance of my site.

Anyway, does anyone know how to add links? I'll update my ideas for Bones soon. Promise.

Current Mood:
tired tired
Current Music:
Jessica Simpson & Nick Lachey - Where You Are
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