If you have no interest in fanfics, Overwatch, or video game characters kissing then ignore this update. Non-fanfic news soon to follow.
Hello everyone! I’m in the middle of writing but I thought I’d give some quick updates!
For starts, my Tweet Thread has been mentioned in two wonderful articles!
There’s also a lot of behind-the-scenes things in motion but I can’t talk about it right this second! I’m using a lot of exclamation points! That’s because I am excited! More information to come!
On Wednesday, September 13th, I received my 100th rejection letter.
I also received The Worst Advice I Have Ever Been Given.
If you’re here because of that twitter thread, welcome! I honestly did not think it would pick up the steam which it did! Did you see that I wrote up an article about it for Fantasy Faction? If not you should check it out! Warning: The editor included a picture of my mortal enemy Robot Boobs along with the article.
I’m still cleaning up the place, as it were, but feel free to poke around while I get things up and running! Check out some links, learn about my various invasive surgeries, maybe even read a story or two!
And don’t mind Huggabot, they just want to help.
That’s right folks! I’m back! And how have I spent my summer vacation? The short answer is mostly crying while being sick. The slightly longer answer is a I got a new job! A very, very stressful job (see previous answer). But that’s not all I’ve been up to!
My “transformative work” (aka fanfic) Points on a Circle has reached over 45k views, and is within the top ten most kudos McHanzo fics on Archive Of Our Own! I’m glad so many enjoy my story, but at the same time I’m not sure how it’s gotten over 95k words and growing. Hopefully I will have the second-to-last chapter up soon, so why not check it out in the meantime? Unless you’re not into reading about characters from Overwatch kissing, then just ignore everything I said. But hey! Speaking of characters from Overwatch kissing…
I’M GETTING PUBLISHED IN TWO FANZINES!
The first one, To Ashes, is a fanzine exploring the relationship between Hanzo Shimada and Jesse McCree within the themes of Life, Death, and Rebirth. I am getting two short stories published in this zine (‘Dress Rehearsal’ and ‘Sugar on Top’) with art based on my stories by great tumblr artists like Dubosi, Loch and Load, Mad Maz, Wyntera, Kidd, Ixiiee, Diefuss, and maybe others I can’t remember at this moment! I will be posting more about this zine as it comes closer to the preorder release!
The second zine, BULLSEYE, is the creation of the McHanzo Tumblr! This zine is more focused on the different parts of McCree and Hanzo’s relationship from their past, to their meeting, falling in love, and beyond. I only have one story published in this one but I know there’s a lot of other great artists and writers in here! You can pre-order the zine here.
After the completion of ‘Points on a Circle’ I will be focusing on completing ‘The Worth of Hair’, the first in my planned Midwife Fable Short Stories. This is a story about love, about terrified parents-to-be, about a sister, about a wicked cool dagger, and most importantly about a Midwife. I am planning on self-publishing these stories on Amazon. And, as you can see above, I am in desperate need of an artist. More updates as the story progresses.
What of Hawthorn? Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about Hawthorn! Part of my summer was spent coming to a very important realization: I have to completely re-do the second half. And change the climax. And the villain. I’m pretty much gutting the story to the foundation and building out from there. It will take time, and patience, but it will be written. And I’m glad I’m able to take this journey with all of you.
I’m five years old and visiting my cousins who lived in a house with a basement next to a large field. These things are important to five year old Amber, so they’re what I remember. The basement is large, messy, and is pretty much kids-only territory. After growing up in a home where my parents were always one room away the idea of a basement Just For Us is thrilling beyond words. It also had a TV and VCR that we would watch terrible old VHS tapes on. The memories are faded with time, but there is one I remember clear as day.
That fucking CGI VHS tape.
I didn’t hate CGI when I was little. I feared it. Everything about it was wrong wrong wrong. In my experience as a child there were three known realities: People, video games, and cartoons. CGI wasn’t any of that. CGI was a unknown monster that made me feel like I was going to fall out of the world from just looking at it. To this day watching clips of old computer animation gives me an odd sensation that I cannot describe. Like if I walked outside and met myself walking back in. It’s wrong. It’s impossible. It’s animated by PIXAR.
Why do I bring this up now? Because my dear cousin Jennie found that fucking VHS tape online because of course she did.
So with almost thirty years between me and the last time I viewed this tape I sat down to watch and you know what fuck this I’m skipping around like hell I’m subjecting myself to everything I have enough nightmares as is THANK YOU VERY MUCH
2:30 – A fish and bird get freaky
3:41 – fuck yeah robot dinosaurs
9:05 – Lucasfilm…oh! PIXAR!
17:17 – FABRICATED RHYTHM
21:23 – Naked robot lady! You know, maybe my younger self was wrong. This isn’t so-
27:08 – no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO STOP STOP BAD STOP NO
28:13 – well brain that was a fucking weird reaction to some random cgi heteronormative bullshit shapes but I’m sure I won’t have any more
46:40 – oh no
46:41 – oh no I remember this
46:42-48:44 – *quiet sobbing*
49:08 – Okay, okay I’m better. Might dream of flesh tunnels but I’m better.
51:40 – oh hey it’s my adopted baby Voyager 2 whatup you cool baby
1:01:21 – And then Dire Straights because we gotta
And the rest after that is credits!
Well, I hope some of you have developed a slight understanding towards my old fear of computer animation. Or you think I’m even weirder than before. Which frankly is saying something.
I’m afraid of needles.
When I tell people that I always get the same response: ‘Oh, I hate needles too’.
This is incorrect. I do not hate needles. I’m terrified of them. I have a full-blown needle phobia, aka Trypanophobia. Just seeing a needle or someone talking about injections would cause me to have a panic attack. I actually went and got some very expensive therapy to help me cope with my fear of needles because I once screamed so loud while getting my blood drawn at the hospital the nurse warned the other nurses about me. “Careful with that one, she’s a screamer. Woke everyone up.”
The good news is that with the help of said so-very-expensive therapy I’ve mostly gotten over my fear. Mostly. I can go about 3-4 injections in one sitting before I start crying. And getting an IV put in still turns me into a blubbly sobbing mess. But hey, at least I’m not screaming! That’s good, right?
The reason I’m bringing this up is today I got a wart removed (yay) and before the doctor did whatever he did while I was squeezing my eyes shut he injected something into my finger to numb it and…nothing. Nada. I mean yeah pain, but I didn’t even feel the slightest flutter of panic. And as much as I’d love to think my brain is improving I think this confirms that the needle phobia is 100% location base. So far from bottom to top:
Feet/Legs: Meh I’m fine
Wait did I get a shot for my IUD: Don’t want to think about it
Stomach: I let out a soft nuuuuuu but no other side effects
Finger: Didn’t care
Back of hand/wrist: Flutter of panic, maybe a few tears but I can keep it together
Arm anywhere besides crook of elbow: Staring to freak out a little. Can hold it in check, might start crying if it’s a IV because FUCK it’s in there it’s in there I can FEEL IT but it fades after watching some daytime TV.
Crook of Elbow: HOLY FUCK I AM GOING TO DIE THE DOCTOR IS GOING TO KILL ME THIS IS HOW IT ENDS TIME TO SCREAM IN HOPES THAT SOMEONE WILL REALIZE THAT THIS DOCTOR IS TRYING TO KILL ME WHILE THE RATIONAL PART OF MY BRAIN IS ALREADY GETTING READY TO APOLOGIZE TO THE NURSE FUCK*
*Note, after therapy this is back down to sobbing. Like I said, improvement!
Shoulder: this sucks but I won’t get the flu/die a horrific death from tetanus
Mouth: Slight worry, but I imagine the dentist is simply pricking me with a sewing needle and I’m fine. NOTE bizarre image works no where else on body.
So I guess the moral is that even after greatly improving I am still never going to get piercings or a tattoo. Sigh. One day I’ll be able to get that Dreamcast logo on me.
Well, it’s been a week and over 24 hours since I’ve had a painkiller. I think it’s safe to write again.
Hello everyone! If you couldn’t tell by the fact I’m alive I made it through my gallbladder removal surgery A-OK! Honestly the worst part of it all, besides the daytime TV forced upon me in every room, was getting the IV in. Turns out the massive therapy I went through to help me with my needle phobia doesn’t really work with “having a needle stay in your arm” phobias. Dang it. Well at least I didn’t cry and scream too much during all of that.
I’d give a better report on how things went and the days afterwards but as I mentioned: painkillers. Good Lord. Here’s my general memory of events of the past week:
- Pre-Surgery. According to Steve Harvey’s talk show I am a spineless whimp if I do things like ‘let my date answer a call on his phone’ or ‘go dutch on the meal instead of insisting he pays for it’. Sadly I do not get to hear more from Steve’s professional dating expert because I am wheeled into the surgery room
- Wow! I think as I’m wheeled away, just like in Silent Hill!
- I should not be thinking of Silent Hill right now, I continue
- Turns out surgery rooms really do look like that, big lights and beeping machines and everything. I’m moved over to bed/sacrificial platform and the nurse announces she’s going to give me the happy juice.
- I wake up in the recovery room. Bwuah?
- Now I’m in short term??? Max is there? When did Max get there?
- MAX HAS MY PHONE I take a selfie because priorities
- The nurse says I can’t go home until I pee so I down what must be the most delicious bottles of apple juice, cranberry juice, and like three waters.
- I PEE WOOHOO GET THIS IV OUT OF MY ARM NOW MISS NURSE
- Oh hey I’m in my clothes and getting wheeled out
- Now I’m in Max’s car?
- Hurray in bed and Dad’s here with my painkillers oh lucky day
Then for the next few days it was:
- Wake up
- I wanna wriiiiiiiiiiiite
- My various online supports tell me I can’t write
- But I wannaaaaaaaa
- Stupid pre-surgery Amber informed them to make sure I don’t write
- “No Cujo-ing” my brother says as he hands me a gatorade
- Fall asleep listening to My Brother My Brother and Me
- Repeat every four hours
All while slowly weaning myself painkillers. Now that I’m off them completely I’m finally back to my normal semi-lucid self. And you know what that means…
WRITING TIME! AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME!