I may be quitting/taking an extended leave of absence from here. I'm out of ideas for my current stories, and have little annoying stories budding in my head. But I'd hate, hate, hate to have a bunch of undone stories.

My current obsession(s) with writing?
~Cora Pierce, my darling OC who feels the need to swear at me every so often and demand a gin from the Swamp.
~T'Menik, my creepy Vulcan OC who has enough answers and a rather painful past and deems it appropriate to ignore me half the time.
~First Mate Arcelia Sparrow, my wickedly twisted pirate maiden who thinks it is perfectly all right to go and do... pirate-ty illegality.

My current regret with writing? Publishing 'Isabella's College Life'.

There isn't much to tell about me.

You can call me Mystery, or even Lune. Actually, I prefer Lune.

I am currently having an out-of body experience, where you kinda feel like your spirit isn't in your body, and you can feel whatever it is that you're laying on, but you feel light as air... that's how I feel. Weird, eh?

I'd rather be a widow than a divorcee.
I'm fitting you with weapons in the form of words.
I can find happiness in misery.
I'm sleeping on your folk's front porch again.
I'll show you the little bit of spine I've been saving for his mattress.

I pace the pews in a church corridor.

I'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey.

I can see that this is a land of confusion.
I will remember the night I was struck by the sight of ten thousand fists in the air.

DISCLAIMER: I really don't own Twilight, Rocky, or Indiana Jones. I DO have the rights to Elle and Sage, though. Be jealous.