Fear me. For I am mighty nightmare-writer.

So Friday night I picked up my notebook, opened it, and as usual, did my preliminary excercises consisting of staring first at it, then aimlessly around the room.  But then, next, something strange happened, something that hasn't happened in so long it's almost alarming.

I began writing.  And I didn't stop.  For about fifteen pages.

I am Queen Authoress. 

Indeed.  I didn't stop until about three a.m.  WOW I did good.  I covered a few months, got through several scenes. 

And now I'm going to type it up to post and hopefully it'll shock a certain someone who's been annoying me in particular lately away.

What happens?  Let's see.  Mary gets another confusing letter, but it brings good news - Sirius and Lily have a brilliant fight in which Sirius says three words to her and ends with Lily saying three words to James - oh yes, and then Severus comes back.  Because he is my darling.  And then he acts rather creepy and becomes liable of being accused of being a stalker.  I just now discussed it with my muse, and as she said, "that's as depressing as all hell."

And then I think I'll stop to post on my thread, though I've started writing even more.  Relish this moment, all of you.

After I post, I may come back and give excerpts of some of my favorite quotes from what I just wrote.

 

Also...junediamanti posted a link to this a while ago, and I meant to read it, but the school filters deemed it inappropriate.  But now I have.

It's an MST, but one as I've never seen before.  It's the original text, but the one who's making fun of it inserts euphemisms throughout it in bold, making it ridiculous and quite hilarious.  i.e.

She regarded his acerbic attitude with a warm flood in her knickers; she smiled as she threw off her clothes. "I missed your fallopian fiddler too much to take this polite chit-chat any more."

Snape frowned, trying not to look at her disgusting expanses of verdant flesh. "Have you been at the cooking sherry?"

"Please, Sevvie, come here and storm my pearly gates with your purple-headed Merlin!" she exclaimed, throwing herself on the floor and writhing in a verdant, seductive manner.

"Stop that twitching, you twat. You look like you're trying to pass kidney stones while learning the mambo."

"I'll be eternally grateful, holding you so close to me!" she exclaimed, hugging herself in rapture. "Just come down here and pork me with your Grabthar's hammer!"

Snape buried his face in his hands. "Sweet destiny. Why does my Death Eater pager never go off at times like this?"

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He could tell she flinched because he had eyes.