I'd like to give one last piece to my first fanfiction fandom ever and all my thanks to PersonNatalie for starting me on my great fanfiction-writing adventure. It's been a wonderful two years (felt like more, to be honest) and I'm sorry to say that I'll be in and out of for a while. It's been hard to get back into the writing attitude, but I'm easing back into it. For a time, I wasn't sure I wanted to keep writing. Luckily for me, someone pulled me out of that mindset and shoved a pen back in my hand.
I've also activated my beta reader profile. I'd always wondered what a beta reader did and realized that beta-ing was something I wanted to do. So please check that out and let me know if you'd be interesting in working together!
Much love,
BookProf101
P.S. It's short and sweet and simple. A small happy moment in the Skyeffrey life.
She was some kind of wonderful, but Jeffrey wasn't quite sure what. Not music wonderful; Skye had already (read: many times) told him she had no interest in music, though she occasionally would sit back and listen to him practice as she worked out fancy new math.
Skye was different, he decided, different from regular wonderful. Regular wonderful being adopting a kitten or finding out your friend was misdiagnosed and doesn't actually have cancer. Skye, he knew, was something else. Something bigger than the universe and uniquely her.
Jeffrey couldn't quite put his finger on it as he watched her struggle with the pancake batter, sure to make a mess on the counter no matter how hard she tried to keep it clean. Pancake batter had a way of making a mess and Skye had a way of not being able to prevent it. Birches still had some stains from the failed pancakes the last time they were there.
Skye was some kind of wonderful.
"Here," Jeffrey said, reaching around her to grab the spatula. "Let me flip them."
Skye huffed in exasperation and stepped away from the stove, mumbling something about digging up the new math textbook and reviewing some student papers. Jeffrey smiled to himself, flipping a perfectly dark golden (slightly burnt) pancake, humming along to the soft Stevie Wonder song crooning from the radio.
