Hello there, whoever you are.

I hope I find you well, and curious.

My powers of articulation, I fear, do no justice to the thoughts within my imagination.

My mind is busy, too busy, my words never come out right,

but I hope my attempt at little stories do please you.

I need to break this habit of writing a couple chapters then stopping. My weaknesses are countless. My poor characters are frozen in time wondering where the hell I went. I promise that I'm committed to this new Hpotts fic. Nose to the grindstone.The other stories are on hiatus until inspiration, and a desire to edit them return.

“Fanfiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.” — Lev Grossman, TIME, July 18, 2011