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It's the last day of the meme, and I have successfully answered all the questions. Yaaaay! I do feel a little bad that I wasn't able to do everything on time, but work. What can you do?

The last thing that I got from dungeonmarm is this: Write an original story of at least 300 words. Thanks also to lady_krysis for giving me the prompt "postage stamp" because seriously, what the fuck am I supposed to do with that? :P

This was written in approximately 45 minutes, and is completely unedited.

As I doubt anyone's really interested in my original writing, I'll put it under a cut here.

( Grief (584 words) )

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OMG, guys, work has drained me of the will to live. I've slept so much over the last week, it's insane. I was vegging out on tumblr for a while and then I looked down and to my surprise, it's the fucking 29th of December. How did this happen, for real?

And so, in an effort to let everyone know I'm alive, I'm going to catch up on my December meme questions, because it is a necessity.

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dungeonmarm asked: You can choose one writer and one artist to collaborate on the comic book of your choosing, which will run for exactly twelve issues. Who do you choose and what is the comic?

I thought really hard about this, went through all of my favorite artists and writers, but all I would really, really want is for Joshua Dysart and Tone Rodriguez to work together one more time and give me a third part to Violent Messiahs. I loved that comic so.


lady_krysis said: Read an excerpt from one of your favorite novels.

I was really torn between Phantom, by Susan Kay, and this one, which I eventually decided on. The book is called The Dogs of Babel, and I still think it's beautiful and evocative and heartbreaking. Pardon my stupid voice.




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dungeonmarm asked: Would you rather write the perfect novel and publish it anonymously, never receiving credit or payment for it, or publish a poor-quality novel that nevertheless becomes very popular and makes you rich and famous? Not even your family and friends can know you wrote the perfect novel.

At first, my brain went offline, and I was like OMG THIS IS THE HARDEST QUESTIONS.

Now that I'm looking at it, the answer is terribly easy for me.

I would choose to write the perfect novel and publish it anonymously. As much as I like comfort, I don't need to have the fame and fortune that goes along with writing a huge book series. I would rather buy a copy and love it quietly, because if this is the perfect novel by my standards, I'd be able to actually *read* my own work for a change, and that would be an absolute delight.

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dungeonmarm asked:

A genie tells you that you will become a virtuoso at the next musical instrument you touch. What instrument do you choose?

I can say that without a doubt, it would be the piano. I've always loved the piano.

Back when I was a child in California, my grandparents had a piano in their formal dining room, and occasionally my mom and I would go in there and she'd let me sit at it and try to teach me her favorite song. She couldn't read music, but I can still peck out Beautiful Dreamer on occasion.

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lady_krysis asked: What fairy tale do you like the most? What about the narrative appeals to you?

I'm actually surprised that this is the question she asks me, because she should know (:P) but the rest of you might not. So here goes:

My absolute favorite fairy tale has always been The Girl with No Hands. I honestly have no idea why? But I just think it's so interesting that the Miller doesn't try to return the wealth he got from the devil, even though he finds out the devil wants his daughter, and then there's maiming and lying and running away, and a happy ending. I kind of think that the girl in the story is really a victim of abuse, and it's interesting to play with the motivations and actions of those characters. It's also my favorite to re-write. I have at least three separate rewrites of this story currently on my hard drive.

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Today's question is: How would you dress if money and fit were non-issues?

I have a feeling that if I dressed the way I envisioned in my head I'd probably be a ridiculous hipster. I want Oxford heels and skinny jeans and striped sweaters. I would wear argyle skirts with patterned tights. That's actually the worst thing for me, working at TJ Maxx—we get so many cute skirts, and they're all 200 sizes too small for me to even dream about. I would definitely wear more black leather, because I'm secretly a biker at heart.

Of course, I notice this question doesn't give me the motivation I'd need to squeeze myself into skirt and tights and striped sweaters all the time, so I'd probably dress the way I do now. A lot of neutrals, the occasional pretty dress, and a lot of reds and blues and greens and browns.

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dungeonmarm asked: You win three thousand dollars and are advised you have to use it in a charitable way. What do you do?

I honestly don't know that much about different charities, like which ones have a high overhead and which ones send most of the money into charitable efforts. I know I'd probably donate to Credo and Doctors Without Borders, but then I'd probably ask my friends about what charities they might suggest. We're all pretty equal on causes, I think, so I could trust their judgement.

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out_there asked about current tv crushes, so... oh, boy.

My newest crush without a doubt is Dorian from Almost Human. I thought that my favorite would be Kellex, because he's Karl Urban, but no. I love everything about Dorian—his snark, his sensitivity, his everything. It makes me want to keysmash in delight. It also helps that Michael Ealy and Karl Urban have a great slashy chemistry together.

In Sleepy Hollow, Abbie is absolutely my girl. She's smart and no nonsense and she likes baseball (girls who like baseball get an extra bonus point in my book) and she's also a cop and she doesn't take anyone's crap. I need to catch up on the show, but I've been hearing that she's being sidelined for more of Crane's (BORING TRITE OVERDONE STORY OMG I'M SO DONE WITH CRANE) so that makes me less happy.

In Agents of SHIELD, my baby is completely and utterly Melinda May. I have a competence kink, and even though I was annoyed by the Asian-chick-who-does-martial-arts trope, I find her mysterious and cool and utterly in control, and I firmly believe that without her the team would be dead.

I thought I'd include Supernatural, but even as I think about it, I wouldn't say that I crush on any of the characters. Not even Castiel. So moving on to:

ELEMENTARY. I have a crush on EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW. JOAN (another baseball fan, points +100000000000) and SHERLOCK being assholish and abrasive but so extraordinarily human and MYCROFT for giving everyone bedroom eyes and ALFREDO for being the COOLEST SUPPORTING CHARACTER EVER and MARCUS and ANDRE and GREGSON and just EVERYONE THIS SHOW IS A CURRENT TV CRUSH.

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dungeonmarm strikes again, asking: What is it about green?

And I ask, what's not to love about green? It's just my color, yo. It makes me happy.

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lady_krysis said:

Pick one of your characters. Have them narrate a scene in your life.

(Ha ha. Oh, god.)

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This is pretty late because of work, but I thought I'd at least get this started before the first was over.

dungeonmarm asked me: Why do you write?

That is a question that's grown harder for me over the years, actually. I look at my creative output, and I have *such* trouble finishing things, maintaining my motivation and excitement about a project, and I lose, every day, to that critical voice in my head that says, "This is shit. This is useless. How can you hope to be a novelist if this is what you do when you put words onto a page?"

When I was eight, I didn't want to be a writer at all. I wanted to be an astronomer.

When I was fourteen, I wrote to escape. Eighth grade was a hard year for me and pretty much all of my friends.

When I was eighteen, it was because I was passionate and had things I wanted to say and felt that only I could say them.

At thirty-one, I look back on all the reasons—money, fame, wanting to be remembered—and while I miss feeling like that, the reason I write now is because I'm looking at the world I live in, the books on the shelves and the media around us, and I just want *something* more. I want POCs and strong women and I'm realizing the only way I'm going to get them is if I make that media myself.

Now, if only I were better at it. Because it's at the point where I write 2k and lament how bad I am. I can't seem to get past it, and that more than anything is going to prevent me from getting published. Which makes me sad, but then—it's not unexpected.

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