Wishes come true, not free

For those of you playing along in the Meme game (see post here), I am still working on responses. I haven't forgotten you, I'm just slow.

(If anyone wants to add another character to the pile, go for it. Shop hasn't closed up yet.)

I'm heading to Panera tonight for my free birthday pastry, and my free not-birthday coffee. I'm taking my lap-top and plan to work on the "What Happened When Tony Stark Got Sorted at Hogwarts" thing I'm writing, IDEK, blame cybermathwitch.

Have you noticed that I blame everything on her? I have no agency of my own, and she is responsible for all of the things. Ask me, I'll tell you.

Title: Dearest Lady's Dearest Lord
Author: kadollan
Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fan-fiction that is intended for entertainment purposes only. It should be obvious to anyone paying attention that I am not Shakespeare.
Pairing: Othello/Jealousy, Iago/Rage, Emilia/Guilt, Desdemona/"I did not deserve that."
Rating: Teen 13+
Type: One Shot
Warnings: abuse of classical literature
Word Count: 429
Summary: Had this letter been delivered, the play might easily have turned into "Much Ado About Nothing," but instead we are left with a "strange truth" and a "monstrous act."
Notes: Written as an assignment for a Tragedies of Shakespeare class back in the dark ages of the 90's. It wasn't until years later that I realized that this is fanfiction.

He wanted a letter that if delivered and read, would have averted the tragedy.

My Dearest Lady's Dearest Lord

(Also on AO3)

I've made a lot of new friends in the past day or three over at the lovely and incomparable be_compromised.

And then I suddenly realized that there are like two posts on here from this year, and one of them is super-maudlin and about my dead mum OH HI THAT MAKES A GREAT FIRST IMPRESSION.

So, I says to myself, so. Let's begin as we mean to go on, tidy up a bit and introduce ourselves and maybe they won't notice. ::hides dust cloth covered in cobwebs behind back.::

I'm Kadollan, or Bekah, or Kade -- Kade is good. I just turned 39 last week, and I'm finally starting to get a hang of this whole "grown up" concept. I have a husband, three kids, and a dog, and Oh Lord...I live in the suburbs. From the outside (and as far as my boss or co-workers know) I appear to be about as normal a middle-American wife and mother as one could ever hope to meet.

Little do they know.

I was a tiny fangirl when I was a kid, although I didn't even know that was a thing. I read Elfquest as the glossy graphic novels were being published and I played made up games, wrote an "Elvendex" (a comprehensive glossary of all of the characters ever) and drew some truly horrific fan art. I was, like, ten, okay?

I spent my teenage years reading science fiction and fantasy (I have a lot of feelings about Robert Heinlein and Anne McCaffrey) and generally being a reclusive nerd.

These early experiences set me up beautifully for internet fandom. I met cybermathwitch while we were both in college. We were watching Buffy together and she introduced me to this whole "people that live in this tiny box will talk to you about this show, and they write stories too!" concept.

To which I responded: Whoa.

I never really got active in Buffy fandom (although I did read some pretty good fic. Including one truly outrageous and cracky affair based on the pre-supposition that Oz and Scott from Austin Powers were actually the same person. Good times.) But that was okay because hard and fast on the heels of Buffy was Harry Potter, and then it was all over for me. Good night. Go home.

I have always been a fairly passive member of fandom. I read A LOT, I write a little, and I bugger off for a while (but never stay gone for long).

I love Harry Potter, Firefly, Lord of the Rings (like to a nearly religious level...and I'm not actually exaggerating much), The Avengers (hello!), Star Trek (most, if not all incarnations), Narnia (although I have mixed feelings about the movies) and... hell. I just like stories, you know?

So, here's my philosophy about all this (is anyone still reading? Have I gone on too long?) I have lots of ships, and rarely will refuse to read something based on the pairing (with the notable and definite exception of cross-gen, incest or other such squicksome nonsense). What I am saying is, I'll read Darcy/Clint (especially if it's based in New Mexico) and still love me some Clint/Natasha. I can read Steve/Tony and Steve/Bucky and love both story lines. I kind of see each individual story as separate and independent. Make me believe it in your world, and I'm yours. I'm in it for the writing, the feels, and the community. This also means that I never rain on any one else's shipping or fandom parade. If you are reading and writing stories that make you happy then good on ya. Keep doing that.

So.

Nice you meet you!

So, I just spent some time going through and sorting two more of Lu's boxes.   I don't like it (I cried), but that's two more done and that much closer to finished. (I also now get to check off my "One Thing" for the day, which I haven't been too good about here lately.)

I ran across a letter that my mom had started and, as far as I can tell never finished nor sent.  Contextually I can tell that she must have written in right about the time she and my dad were getting divorced (there's no date).

The following bit really caught my attention:  

When I was a little girl an old dog got sick and "went under the house."  I remember my Mother telling me that dogs do that when they are sick -- and they stay until they get well or die.  I've always been a bit like that old dog; in times of extreme stress I withdraw.  This past year has been dreadful, but I think I'm not going to die.

So there you have it, genties and ladlemen.  

It's hereditary.

Hey all, crack_broom is looking for Reccers.   If you read HP fanfiction, check it out here and see if you can fly any of the pairing brooms, yeah?

The hd_holidays participant list is meant to go up tonight.

Which is good.

Except that I have no internet at home right now.

::fumes::

No, I'm not talking about shark week or the kids going back to school (although those are both pretty good too).

It's Fest Time!

Guess who got the bug to start writing again just as a new crop of Fests got started? This girl!

I'm doing the_ass_fest and smrw_ficafest (banners below.)





I'm excited!

The folks over at DG-LDWS (Draco/Ginny Last Drabble Writer Standing)are considering having another go.

Learn more here.

I did it, I did it, I did it!




I've now won 2007, 2008, and 2010. (Last year just did not happen.)

Now... on to tackle the holidays.

And on that note, chag urim sameach, y'all. A festival of fried foods -- now that's a holiday I can get behind.

So.

I haven't been on LJ hardly at all in a month. (I got sick, I got better, but there was a lot of brain-dead in between).

Did I miss anything?