Whoa, wait, lil' Twilight fanggurl...(Contains link to a fanfic)

:: Cue the "something goofy is going on" music from the Bleach OST::

Just got a notification that someone on ff.n has tagged me as a Favorite Author.

They've written one Twilight fic, their Favorite Stories list is full of Twilight fics, and their profile features a transcript of an interview that their friend did with them for a class assignment and she's mostly talking about Twilight and the fanfics she wants to write. I take it she's either seen or read "Red Moon/Akatsuki", but she hasn't read That Third Chapter. Yet. Ho boy, raise shields, I may be getting my first flame. Maybe not, as it seems most of the fics in her Favorites list contain an affectionate amount of bashing (including one with Bella getting sent to boot camp. I wish!). And she likes Jasper, so that might be why she favorite-ed me (I think I admitted in my notes for "Akatsuki" that I'm fond of Jasper and Alice).

Come to think of it, I don't think I've linked "Akatsuki" here, which I'll remedy pronto:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5544033/1/Red_Moon_Akatsuki <--ff.n version

http://archiveofourown.org/works/40563 <--Archive Of Our Own version (I may be replacing the third chapter with the more explicit version, once I finish the revisions, though that won't be till I've finished my help_haiti fics).

Purse-shopping and coffee-shop writing

One of the things that sparked yesterday's rant about unplowed sidewalks (and which lead to the entire day almost going down the drain) was the fact that I needed to get out and buy a new purse since the strap on the one I was using (and I only bought maybe three months ago. Damn cheap Wal-Mart purses) had worked loose from the metal link holding it to the body of the purse and I had cobbled it back together using (don't laugh) a Hello Kitty clip-on that my mother had given to me. Well, the cobble-job only worked so well and it had a nasty tendency to come unhooked at the most inappropriate times, such as when I was trying to get to a buried bus stop. Thus I missed the bus yesterday, which lead to the first melt-down I have had in months. I'm not proud of it and I am trying to move on, but right now I'm still somewhat in self-loathing mode on account of it.

Anyway... I finally managed to get out and get to the Target in Lowell, where I found a new -- and much more sturdy-looking -- purse, which I promptly moved my personal effects into since I was sick of fighting with the cobble-job. It seems purses these days have become these small suitcase-sized affairs you could easily stuff a small child into, and since I like to carry a small, discreet one, I was a bit disconcerted, though I managed to find something that didn't look like the kind of rig a professional shop-lifter or kidnapper would use. I'm shocked: not only can I fit all my personal effects in it, I can also tuck in the small pads of paper which I've started carrying with me everywhere to make it easier to jot stories/ideas. And there's even room to fit in a paperback book or two, which frees up more space in the canvas totebag I generally carry in addition to the purse.

I also did the writerly thing and worked on one of the fics in progress while having lunch in the small Starbucks inside the Target: I completed one of the "Daybreakers" fics I've promised for the Lightning Round on help_haiti (an Edward Dalton gen fic, in this case, inspired by "Into the Light", one of the cuts on the soundtrack CD) and I started poking at yet another Yami no Matsuei fic (featuring a younger and less corrupt Muraki having a revelatory heart to heart conversation with his grandfather about the way the younger Muraki's proclivities have started to run).