Visionary!
Not.

I ordered a few Slytherin shirts and one with Hermione on it. Hermione! Guh. Suchadork I am. So...err. I need to vent, as the tag says.

Do you know what the hardest part about writing is? Sitting down and starting. Or at least for me, it is. Once I start I'm likely to not stop until the chapter is done and/or I fall asleep while writing with my laptop in my lap while I'm in bed. The current song I'm listening to [you should listen to it too] will be the basis for the sequel to Vertigo. Yeah. I'll get to the trilogy business now then continue to vent and boo hoo about writing it -

The sequel is the 'recovery' transition period that I need Fleur and Hermione to have. My favorite OC will be making an apperance in the next two stories, and I've no further plans for major OCs...just one. Said OC will be playing a very important role for Hermione and Fleur, so be on the lookout. Their role is in compliance with what I just described the sequel to be, so. Also, I really don't want to compare this, or the series at all, to CC. If you must know, I think my quality of writing has improved vastly from the first, say, third of CC. Don't try to compare and contrast my writing from now on with CC...it just won't do any good, as easy and fun as it is to do. It's a delicate bit of pressure I put on myself when I even think that I have a goal to accomplish by blowing you all away more this time around than how I did with CC. So just...try not to C/C with CC kthnx. I will be flexing my sexiness and sassiness fingers with this story, let me tell you... I'll let you stick that in between your legs and suck on it for a while. Bahahah.

The final string in the trilogy will be Cre.A.Tive. E.Mo.Tive. That's right! Yea. Uhm. The first chapter will be...interesting. I can't comment on anything else because I'll be spoiling the surprise, but I suppose I'll just say Kingdom Hearts. lol. Even then, that's just scratching the surface. 'Seeds' is a more adequate hint lol.

And back to writing...yes, yes... Woe is me, such an esteemed [hopefully!] fanfic author. But really, I do write for myself more than anything. It sounds selfish, but you'll go down a scary road writing for the reviews no matter how many you get. 700+ reviews for a seventeen-chaptered story is remarkable, 'specially for femslash. Even still, I don't write and expect every single of the thousand or so people who read my stories to review. It's reckless and unimaginable, even, to think that they would. I have a solid network of about ~40 people who I can always count on to review, and that's very comforting.

Hmm. What else..? Well, it's kind of hard to string ephemeral ideas and thoughts into concrete words. It's like trying to catch smoke and meld it into oil in your hands to paint with. And then...the more people that read your work, the more people that incinerate your work and spark wildfires of more motivation inside of you, the more you'll want to keep doing the impossible until it seems possible and second-nature to you. But there are only so many things, so many...neurons [?] that can burn around us and turn into smoke, given that they're adequate ideas. Sometimes the smoke will cloud you, sometimes the oil will overpower you, sometimes your hands will be too soiled by the oil for there to be any room for new oil...it'll harden. I'm still chipping off the bits of CC, but some of it will never go away. The bits that don't have started to meld with my hand, burying into my skin, my veins, and flowing to my heart to stay. Some keep circulating, but most stay in that one place.

So how am I to surpass what's been engrained in the end product of my work? I don't know what my work will end up as until it's finished, meaning I don't know if I will truly surpass it. So...that's also a big qualm I have with comparisons to CC. I know it's all good and fun but those 'bits' of CC are very fragile. I think they break a little when I even think of kicking them out by moving on to bigger and better things.

Enough with the allegories... I need to nap. Yeah it's 5 in the afternoon and the sun is still out, barely melting the snow, but I've just been very tired and emotional lately. Perhaps this song has something to do with it. Perhaps not. Though I notice that I seem to enjoy isolating myself from people who get too close to me. But one sting from them, no matter what the source, I'll bury myself away from them. Mmm...interesting.

Buenas tardes.