First things first, I am a parent. A single parent. I shocked the shit out of all the friends I grew up with by becoming a good and loving parent. And my kids are 3 year old twins. I grew up alot in the last three years, as my children were born before I was really an adult. I should be the poster child for the 'stay in school and don't have unprotected sex' campaign thrown by our elders, but, well, it turns out I really, really like being a parent and I wouldn't trade those little girls for all the world.

Why are you babbling, you must be wondering? This is a site for writing, not parenting, you must be saying. Well, the reason I opened with that little spiel is so that you know my priorities. My kids come first. Boogers and poop and bubble baths and pre-school and finger paint and Dora the damned Explorer is my life right now. (By the way, the Backyardigans are so cool) That means I can be a tad on the slow side. I write in my free time, but that time isn't always there. And sometimes, it's taken up by sleeping. I like sleeping. Almost as much as I like writing. So I'm slow. But, fortunately for you, on the in-order-of importance list of things that occupy my waking hours, writing is second on the list. Seriously. I, as if turns out, have no life. And I'm fine with that. I love my kids and I love to write, so why bother muddying everything up with the unecessary, right?

That being said, the only fic I've got going right now is Breaking Point, formerly, Give me Back my Light. I think that's mostly because I don't have cable. I survive on movies and whatever I can scrounge from the Internet with a small, slow computer. And it's probably also because I am somewhat self-absorbed. I have my own stories to tell and I hope to see them in print one day. Writing about other people's characters is great fun, since I can do terrible things to them in ways I can't always torture my own characters, but, well . . . I have ambitions. The life I used to had tried to smother that ambition out of me, but I broke free and now it's back with a vengeance. So for now, Snatch is all I'm working on. But my solemn promise to those that are reading it is that I will see it through to the end, and there will be plenty of dirty sex and gratuitous violence splattered throughout it. I have been cruising the other categories, mostly looking at movies and books since that's all up up-to-speed with these days, so maybe I'll drop something off here or there when I'm done. But I've promised myself only ONE fanfic at a time! Otherwise, nothing will ever get accomplished.

Blah, blah, blah. I rant. I know. This is what happens when your best friends are three years old. You don't get the chance to talk to other adults so you babble whenever you get the chance. Sorry! Can't help myself . . .

That's all for now. No more ranting.

-Tashue