Once upon a time, there was Rose. She lived, she read, she wrote--but it was not until she reached the age of twelve and found her way onto 'Fanfiction.net' that her life truly began. At the age of thirteen she began writing fanfiction herself, including the very poorly written 'Tales of a Triplet' under the pen name 'Cadmium' (note: I don't actually have the e-mail address I used to sign up as "Cadmium' which is why I had to create an entirely new account) which was deleted. It was bittersweet. Rose cried. Not really. So on her fifteenth birthday, approximately a year since she had last written, after several real unfortunate events, she decided she had nothing better to do. So she wrote Quagmire Chronicles. Because she was not feeling particularly creative, and wanted to basically build off of something she'd written before. So unoriginal, I might have actually used some of the same lines of the old one. Not sure, of course, because I have no reference. This is what Rose prefers to call 'the slow period' of Lemony Snicket, because there are seven months until the next book comes out. That's seven months. And it will probably be another five months before we get even any clues on what the thirteenth book will be. So rather than sit at home and wait, Rose has become re-obsessed with Violet/Quigley shipping. Not that she had ever stoppped. So...yeah. Does anyone actually read these things anyway? I'm telling you, I'm terribly boring, and their simply isn't that much to say. Oh, and 'she lived happily ever after'. |