So...I thought I should finally fill in my profile.

I'm 27...female...live around the London area...I am a postgraduate student.

I like: the twilight universe (obviously), reading in general, stripes, converse trainers, my boyfriend, strawberry laces, House MD, MUSE, kasabian, michael macintyre,...

I dislike: closed-minded people, soap operas, tea, mashed potato, rap and pop music,...

Assmptions: This is my first fanfiction. Just wanted to start by saying that I have absolutely no experience with writing fiction at all. I absolutely love the twilight series, and found myself addicted to the fanfiction on this site and so was inspired to have a go at writing something. I only really write for myself, I had the idea for this story and couldn’t get it out of my head. It kept going round and round, and developing as it went so I decided to write it all down, so here it is! Most of this story has been written on the train commuting between the sticks and London on my way to work.

I can’t say when I’m going to be able to update, regularly or even if at all, as I have many other priorities (namely a PhD) that unfortunately have to come first. I have also started a playlist for the story if anyones interested. There is one song per chapter.

25th Sept 2010:

Hi! Long time, no see. How've you been? Hope life is treating you well. What have I been up to and why the hell have I not updated recently? Well...now there's a question...

What I am currently doing: Sitting in my deserted office. Working. On a Saturday.

What I would like to be doing: Anything but work. Absolutely anything.

Once, when studying for my finals in the first year of my undergraduate degree, I spent a whole morning cleaning my bathroom and dorm room. I have level 10 procrastination skills but sometimes there is nothing to be done but nuckle down and get on with it. Which leads me to my current predicament and hence why I am in the office at 8.20am on a Saturday morning and attempting to reason why I can program solution of the maximum likelihood estimates of a zero-inflated negative binomial distribution but not a zero-inflated Poisson. Answers on a postcard please.

I have coined the unoriginal term 'PhD Hell' for the current state of my life, which I feel sums up my entire relationship with my PhD. My current schedual looks something like this: Wake. Shower/Dress. Run for train. 1 hr on train reading shitty proofs of my thesis. Arrive at work and spend 20 mins procrastinating by checking emails. Work. Eat lunch at desk whilst working. More work. Run for train home before darkness sets. 1hr on train trying not to fall asleep. Home. Dinner. Work for 2hrs in front of TV. Sleep. Dream of PhD. Repeat.

So, yeah, my life sucks. I hate my PhD and I hate even more the fact that I have no time to write fun, interesting fanfiction (or at least, I think think its interesting). So If you're hoping for an update on Assumptions or Unintended at any point this year...keep dreaming. Thesis submission needs to happen around December... I just keep telling myself that it'll all be worth it when I get a kick-ass job and can finally force my family to call me Dr. Billy but at the moment I am really struggling to see the light at the end of the PhD-tunnel.

I will update my stories. At some point. And if you've read this entire rant/I hate my life blog entry...thanks.

Bills xxx

22nd March 2013:

Hello. It's been a while ... a very long while.

Watcha been up to Billys, did I hear you cry? Why have you left these stories hanging?

I'm sorry. I've been up to life. Let me give you the low down on what's happening.

The Good news: I finished my Phd. Yes, you may now call me Dr. Billys. It took me a while ... over 18 months to finish. However ...

The Bad news: ... it was probably the most unhappy, miserable time in my life, ever. I hated it. I hated myself. It drained my whole being. I didn't find that amazing kick-ass job. What I got was the reality of temporary research positions working on stuff that I wasn't really interested in. Boring.

The Good news 2: I had a change of heart ... and of career. I'm now training to teach in a secondary school. And I love it. I've finally found my calling in life and I've already got a job lined up for September - I even had my choice of several.

The Bad news 2: Teacher training. I spend hours, and yes, I mean hours, lesson planning. And marking. And writing up evaluations. And other teacher-y stuff. Which doesn't leave much time for much else. But you know what? There's always a silver lining. This time it's that it won't last forever. By the summer I'll finished my ITT and will be free as a bird. To write. (Hopefully)

So. I have a plan. What I'm going to do is try and finish ONE story. I've decided it would be better to start posting drabbles. Not whole chapters. But I'll post scenes when I've written them. Well, at least I promise I'll try.

I'm going to stick with The Fear / Unintended ... I've had the most feedback on this one. Incidentally, I don't like the name. If anyone can come up with anything better - let me know. If anyone actually reads this.

I doubt it.

Bills x