All right... Random test post... So I finally found my way over to Vox... Many thanks to the lovely Stellaluna for her invite. :-)
I have no intention to abandon my LJ, but I was quite amused by this place and decided to come over and see what I could do with it. Granted, my server and system alike generally hate whatever it is I attempt to accomplish, but this is rather doable... Sort of. Not really. I am shutting up now.
Before that, I am posting the profile that the bio refuses to allow - it doesn't like my HTML... *sigh*
‘Tis a clear and present danger to let your soul be free, for society will capture you and slaughter all you see. ‘Tis a clear and present danger to trust, to give, to dream, for trust and dreams lie hand in hand; ‘tis I who wields the key. -- The Diamond Sorceress
‘Tis a clear and present danger to give your heart to me, for I may stand to break it; are you willingly deceived?
She is:
Lady Phantasm//The Diamond Sorceress//Elenna Hareth//Lady
Elwen//Coamenel//Black Night//The Weaver//The Sadist (a shared title;
disturbing concept)
Writer. Constantly. Give her a pen. Might be a mistake. She will not shut up.
Editor. Is picky. And harsh. Loves her work.
Insane. Without question. But it has its benefits. So we think. Maybe.
Sarcastic. The best form of humour there is. And she is good at it. 'Tis a good thing. Sort of.
Opinionated. She lets other talk. Agreeing with them is another
dimension to deal with. She does not go there. Neither should you.
Complicated. Making life difficult is a pastime. She makes her own difficult. Ergo, you cannot complain.
Sharp-tongued. Short-fused. Do not piss her off. You will not appreciate the ramifications.
Opposed to people. But it is nothing personal. Supposedly.
Bitchy. Self-declared. Externally declared. Proud of it. In theory.
Speak the words of darkness and weave the webs of dreams...
Speak the words of helplessness and cast the blackened beams...
Speak the words of luminesce and bring to light the truth...
Speak the words of hope and hold the spells of things forsooth...
-- The Diamond Sorceress
She likes:
CSI. The earlier stuff. GC should be an official pair.
CSI: Miami. Before fourth season. Before Horatio died and got usurped. Meh.
CSI: NY. Mac Taylor. Stella Bonasera. Production team needs to put them together. Would make a perfect show.
NCIS. When your personality matches that of a main character, be afraid. Very afraid. When you and a friend have identical personalities matching that main character(s), hide. Quickly.
Anne Bishop. They wonder why she has so many ideas on murder methods. And torture methods. Are you afraid yet?
David Eddings. Enough said.
Tolkien. Sindarin is wonderful. Elves should exist.
Shakespeare. Again, enough said.
Philosophy. Thinking is good. Making other people think is even better.
Wicked. Defying gravity is such a nice concept. So is setting the world on its head.
Beethoven's Last Night. Self-explanatory.
Music. But it makes her think too much.
Other things. Too many to list.
To reign over anger, to leash in the fear; to herald the bringing, to force all to hear.
I ride through the darkness, I cast out the flame; I sharpen in shadow, I slaughter in rain.
I set out in fury, I shatter their means; I bathe in destruction, I leave fading dreams.
-- The Diamond Sorceress
She writes:
CSI: NY. Mac and Stella need to exist. Period.
CSI: Miami. Where the hell did the show go?
CSI. Grissom and Sara piss her off. Grissom and Catherine need to come back. From somewhere.
NCIS. One of these days. Maybe ideas will find paper. Hopefully.
With a temperamental muse. She disappears. Frequently. She gives you seven one-shots. She disappears. She gives you ten chapters. She disappears. You get the picture.
