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Jan. 18th, 2016

Still Struggling

I've been struggling with sharing my feelings on this. After all, I'm not much of a poster...especially when it comes to my private feelings and emotions. But for my peace of mind, I had to get this out there. So like it, lump it, or call for the men in white coats to come cart me off, I really don't care. It was something I had to do.

Most of people who know me know I would never consider myself a “fangirl”. Oh, I’ve had my fair share of “love affairs” with celebrities over the years, but never to the extent of taking time off work to visit movie sets…or sleep in the rain for a week to get an autograph…or spend my paycheck to fly to wherever to attend a production then stand outside the stage door on the off-chance I might get a picture with, or slightly brush against, my current heartthrob. And never, ever have I shed more than a few tears over the passing of a favored actor, singer, writer, or artist. Even when dealing with the passing of close personal friends and family, I’m the cold one. The one who may cry in private, but never in public. The one who is more likely to make a joke to stop the tears than to wallow in grief. After all, I know where my friends, family, and myself are going after this worldly life is over, and that I will see them again one day. I may be a Doubting Thomas in lots of things in my life, but in this one thing, I am certain. But to mourn, to truly grieve someone I never knew beyond the characters he portrayed or the interviews he gave—I scoffed at the idea. Perhaps even rolled my eyes a little at the people who continue to mourn the passing of celebrities like Elvis, remembering his birthday and death day with equal solemnity.

Then came Thursday.

To say I have been eating my fair share of crow since the awful news broke on January 14 would be the absolute understatement of the decade. In fact, I would say I am virtually choking on it at this point. The news of Alan Rickman’s death from cancer at the age of 69 blindsided me with the kind of force one expects at the sound of a nurse’s voice on the other end of the telephone telling you there has been a change in your loved one’s condition and you need to come. The world shifted beneath my feet. An uneasy chill settled in the pit of my stomach and spread upward to where my heart beat in my chest. Alan Rickman was gone. His deep, sonorous voice was silenced. And my very soul seemed to ache beneath the weight. Still does, if I were completely honest.

But why? Why did this one man, one actor’s passing affect me—a cold, clinical, bottom line when it comes to death kind of person—so deeply? Why do I still feel this chilly emptiness in the center of my chest? Why am I still prone to waves of sadness with the accompanying tears? I didn’t know him. Not really anyway. I never had the opportunity to see him in person, whether on stage or when he was no further away than a movie set in Savannah a few years ago. I certainly never corresponded with him or sat down across the table from him to share a meal or a cup of coffee and a little conversation. So why? Why? Why? Is it a sign that I have finally ‘gone ‘round the bend’ as some of the Brits like to say? Am I just an overemotional fangirl?
While I’m sure I could find the more clinical answer if I delved back into my psychology minor (and I’m sure I have a few friends who would be willing to provide the answer if I couldn’t find it), I think I like the answer my heart seems to be giving me every time I read another post by someone who was personally touched by this actor, by this Alan Rickman. This human who, from all accounts, had a servant’s heart.

Since the first reports of Alan’s compassion, gentleness, and loyalty hit social media, one quote by the founder of Methodism, John Wesley, has been swimming in my head:

“Do all the good you can,
by all the means you can,
in all the ways you can,
in all the places you can,
at all the times you can,
to all the people you can,
as long as ever you can.”

And that is what Alan Rickman did. Whether the Methodist his mother was, an atheist who didn’t believe in God, an agnostic who couldn’t fathom God’s existence, or held some other belief system entirely, this was what he did. This was the kind of heart he had.
This is what we are mourning, I think. Not the roles he played on stage and screen. Not the interviews he gave. Or the galas he attended. Or the awards he won or should have one. But his heart. His servant’s heart. The one that shone brightly enough for those of us on this side of the movie screen to see and be touched by.

And there is absolutely nothing foolish about grieving the death of a man such as this. Or remembering him in the intervening years until we each breathe our last. Or carrying on his legacy of generosity by listening and caring and passing on our own wisdom to those who seek it. Absolutely nothing foolish at all.

Sep. 19th, 2014

Rumors Of A Fandom Death

Over the last few weeks, I have heard (read) posts from people who think the Harry Potter fandom, the SS/HG side of it in particular are coming to an end. While this may be true, I hope in my heart of hearts it is not. In fact, the ol' Bardsdaughter gut is telling me the seeming downturn in the fandom is just part of the cyclical nature of literature in general.

Just like the weather, history, and business, I do think the writing world runs on a cycle. First the audience is wanting all things literary, then the world tilts toward the popular, then back to the literary, then back to the... well, you get the picture. Fanfiction works in much the same way, I think. Just give it time, the right promptfest, the release of Magical Creatures and Where to Find Them on the big screen, a new ride at Universal, the return of a universally favored fanfic writer to the fold, the sneeze of a butterfly in Argentina, and this wonderful fandom of ours will right itself.

Right now, I think the world of real life is just too busy for many of us. Take myself, for instance. Work has been crazy since January. One thing after another, requiring a little less writing time at lunch or having to bring work home over the weekend, has lessened the amount of time I have to writing. The ideas for stories are still flowing strong, it is simply finding, or making, the time to get them down on paper that seems to be lacking at the moment. That doesn't mean I'm giving up. And I hope it doesn't mean you are either.

But this doesn't mean the fandom is on its deathbed. It is simply treading though the valley toward the next mountaintop. Or at least that's what this daughter of the Bard thinks/hopes/prays.

In the meantime, keep your spirits up. Keep supporting those writers who are currently able to churn out wonderful stories (SS/HG ones in particular). Keep calm, hold still, and wait. Everything will work out just fine.

Long live Harry Potter Fanfiction. Long live Severus and Hermione. Always!

May. 11th, 2014

Who'd A Thunk It?

You Are an Imaginative Thinker

You are a nonlinear thinker, and you're even surprised by the places your mind takes you.
You love to get lost in a story, whether it's your own or not. You love fantasy.

You are a positive and uplifting person. You inspire others to be better.
You are full of wonder and curiosity. You feel a strong connection to the world.

Feb. 2nd, 2014

To Another Successful sshg_promptfest

Just wanted to say how much I enjoyed the sshg_promptfest. There were some absolutely fantastic stories and art pieces. I was lucky to get a wonderful prompt to write for. I only hope Droxy was pleased with the results. As always, linlawless and Proulxes provided the best suggestions and support anyone could wish for. Thank you guys so much!

Now it's off to work on Orphan and wait for the next promptfest.

Dec. 8th, 2013

Six Sentence Sunday

Since I am currently struggling with the creative juices... or lack there of... I've decided to do what any desperate writer would do: I've shamelessly stolen an idea. This one came from teddyraditor who acknowledged it as a theft from karelia and voxangelus. It is famously known as Six Sentence Sunday.

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project - published, submitted, in progress, for your cat - whatever.

So here's mine. They come from a fanficition I've been working on occasionally since the final SS/HG_Exchange. It is based on one of the unused prompts from keladry_lupin.

Me? Hermione Granger, head of a wizarding orphanage? Have you and Harry taken complete leave of your senses? I am as well-fitted to the care of witchlings and wizardkins as Ron Weasley is to dancing Swan Lake.

Yet, you are most persistent in offering up the bait—the chance to work alongside a world renown, but seemingly nameless, Potions researcher. Tell me, dear Luna, is this person simply so notorious as to be above the need for a name?

Nov. 29th, 2013

It Is Finished!

Happy Black Friday to all those shoppers out there.

Thanks to a wonderful beta job by linlawless and BritPick by Proulxes, my sshg_promptfest piece is finished, formatted (hopefully correctly), and submitted.

Now, it is back to An Orphan For Christmas!

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend!

Oct. 26th, 2013

At least it's started...

And I guess that is something. I've got the first chapter of my ss_hg promptfest piece completed. The first sentence of chapter two is also finished. Now if I could just get a few uninterrupted hours, I could add another sentence or two. Or maybe even complete the chapter.

Sep. 29th, 2013

Prompt Outlined And Ready To Go

I got my sshg_promptfest prompt on Wednesday (and replied within minutes, I might add. It was simply too good to risk losing over something as silly as forgetting to reply to an e-mail). BTW Propmtfest mods... if you didn't get my e-mail, please let me know. E-mail both at work and home have been wonky at best at times. My beta's been lined up since before the first prompt claiming post (Thank you, thank you, thank you linlawless). The outline, or as much of an outline as I ever seem to write is completed. Now it's time to BICFOK (Butt In Chair, Fingers On Keyboard) and get started!

Things would be absolutely perfect if this darned cold, or allergies, or Black Death, or whatever it is that I developed on Friday would go the way of the Do-Do. But that's a story for a dreary, rainy day when life doesn't have anything as good as the sshg_promptfest to offer.

And remember... reply to those promptfest claim e-mails! Those prompts would be a terrible thing to waste!

Sep. 22nd, 2013

Promptfest claims

The sshg_promptfest is open! The sshg_promptfest is open!! The sshg_promptfest is open!!!

And I've already sent in my claim request. Or at least I hope I did is right. If I didn'y, let me know and I'll try it again.

I am soooo excited! Can you tell?

Aug. 19th, 2013

Lee Daniel's The Butler

I did a most Slytherin (aka sneaky) thing today. A co-worker and I took an early and extended lunch and went to see Lee Daniel's The Butler today. (If anyone had asked, they would have been told we were on a team-building exercise for Communication Specialists. She's a SLP and I'm an audiologist.) It was absolutely wonderful!

Great company and a fantastic film... Nothing could make a Monday better!

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