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Sometimes you just have to say goodbye

So, that’s an ominous title isn’t it? But it’s true. Sometimes, you just have to say goodbye. Sometimes things come to an end. It’s sad, and maybe it’s not what you want, but it’s necessary.

I’ve had a rough few weeks, mentally and emotionally. A lot has happened. Some family things, the loss of a very good friend named Julian (who some of you may have known as well), and just the overall being a 22 year old post-grad who is having a Hard Time.

I’m okay. First and foremost, I want to say that I’m okay. That’s not what this is about.

This is about being completely and totally burnt out. This is about not enjoying writing any more. This is about reaching the end of a certain chapter of my life, and that chapter is writing fanfic. 

It’s weird, because I’ve been writing fic for almost ten years. Fic is the reason I write now. Fic has given me so many friends that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I owe a lot to the various fic communities I’ve been apart of over the years. It’s been a good run.

But, all good things must come to an end. This is my end.

I stopped enjoying writing fic awhile ago, but I’ve only recently realized that fully. It stopped being fun for me and started being about writing for other people. Writing can’t be about other people. You have to write for yourself, and when you stop writing for yourself, you need to take a step back and re-evaluate. My re-evaluation has lead to me needing to delete, unfortunately.

I probably won’t delete everything right away. I’ll probably delete it tomorrow or sometime this week. With that being said, I would greatly appreciate it if none of you distributed any of my fics (complete or not) when I do delete everything completely. 

I’m going to miss this community, and I’m going to miss posting stories for all of you to read. If it wasn’t for my time in fic communities, I wouldn’t be half the writer I am now. So thank you all for reading and encouraging me and giving me feedback. Every single bit of it has been appreciated. Thank you for loving my characters as much as I did. I’m just sorry I had to abandon so many of them. I wish I would have come to this conclusion sooner so I wouldn’t have ever started Zuzu or Rosie. But these things happen I guess. Such is life.

Thank you all for reading. Thank you for sticking with me for so long. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.

xoxox Sonya

Sometimes you just have to say goodbye

So, that’s an ominous title isn’t it? But it’s true. Sometimes, you just have to say goodbye. Sometimes things come to an end. It’s sad, and maybe it’s not what you want, but it’s necessary.

I’ve had a rough few weeks, mentally and emotionally. A lot has happened. Some family things, the loss of a very good friend named Julian (who some of you may have known as well), and just the overall being a 22 year old post-grad who is having a Hard Time.

I’m okay. First and foremost, I want to say that I’m okay. That’s not what this is about.

This is about being completely and totally burnt out. This is about not enjoying writing any more. This is about reaching the end of a certain chapter of my life, and that chapter is writing fanfic. 

It’s weird, because I’ve been writing fic for almost ten years. Fic is the reason I write now. Fic has given me so many friends that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I owe a lot to the various fic communities I’ve been apart of over the years. It’s been a good run.

But, all good things must come to an end. This is my end.

I stopped enjoying writing fic awhile ago, but I’ve only recently realized that fully. It stopped being fun for me and started being about writing for other people. Writing can’t be about other people. You have to write for yourself, and when you stop writing for yourself, you need to take a step back and re-evaluate. My re-evaluation has lead to me needing to delete, unfortunately.

I probably won’t delete everything right away. I’ll probably delete it tomorrow or sometime this week. With that being said, I would greatly appreciate it if none of you distributed any of my fics (complete or not) when I do delete everything completely. 

I’m going to miss this community, and I’m going to miss posting stories for all of you to read. If it wasn’t for my time in fic communities, I wouldn’t be half the writer I am now. So thank you all for reading and encouraging me and giving me feedback. Every single bit of it has been appreciated. Thank you for loving my characters as much as I did. I’m just sorry I had to abandon so many of them. I wish I would have come to this conclusion sooner so I wouldn’t have ever started Zuzu or Rosie. But these things happen I guess. Such is life.

Thank you all for reading. Thank you for sticking with me for so long. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.

xoxox Sonya

Fine

“A year really isn’t that long if you think about it.” Harry was getting ready to board his flight to Germany, leaving the girl he’d known for only ten short months behind. Joining the Army had never really been what he wanted to do, but he figured that getting his school paid for and a chance to travel was a pretty fair trade for being away from his friends and family every now and then.

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sweet nothing

Willow Reid was, without question, the last person anybody wanted in charge of their morning coffee. She didn’t work particularly well in high-pressured situations, and that meant anybody in pursuit of their caffeine fix at 5 Abbey Green, Bath — or, ‘The Grind’ — would suffer one of the three following things: said hot beverage actually sitting in the lukewarm end of the spectrum; placed order coming out about fifteen minutes after you’re scheduled to start work; the coffee having a slightly dodgy, oddly tangy aftertaste.

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Business and Pleasure

It doesn’t feel like Halloween. There’s no crisp of fall in the air, no crunch of leaves beneath feet, and no caramel apples to be had. There is, however, a half of a pumpkin smashed in the alley, its guts spewed across the gum-riddled street. It’s rotted and smells of death, which may be the most autumnal thing of all. 

Everything was dying.

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We Could Just Pretend There’s Nothing On My Mind

Logan has a headache. It’s hitting her right between her temples, and it feels like an army of the spider monkeys she just finished giving a talk on are sitting inside of her skull, banging about with hammers. It’s not a migraine, because the bright lights of the exhibits aren’t making her poorly or anything, she just has a headache.

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some things to keep in mind as we embark

as stories are to begin posting tomorrow, i’d like to make a few points:

the purpose of the fic exchange is to celebrate our lil community.  it’s like a secret santa gift exchange at a party, but way more personal: somebody made something for you with you and your preferences in mind.  it will hopefully be really cool and really fun to see how somebody made your prompts their own.  please take the time to read the story that was written for you and say thank you for it.

the purpose of the fic exchange is NOT to line up authors in a row so that you can compare them.  i absolutely encourage you to send positive comments about the stories to me and to the writers themselves, but please keep in mind that phrasing like “your story was the best one i read” and “your harry is just as good as [insert super popular writer here]’s harry” pits writers against one another.  that’s not the kind of culture that i want to promote with this exchange.  please, compliments without comparisons.  take the time to read work by authors with whom you are unfamiliar.  please keep in mind that this exchange is to celebrate the efforts and contributions of everyone who participates.   

finally, a note about how the stories will be posted: stories will be queued to post 10 times a day.  they will be added to the queue completely randomly.  i’ll update the masterlist page (located in the sidebar under the read the stories link) when i can.  please do not message me asking when your story will be posted.  please do not message me asking me to speed up the posting of the stories.  the queue is the queue is the queue.   

and one more thing: please don’t post your story to 1dff or your own tumblr until the exchange is over.  i’ll have participant banners available for you to post with your story then if you wish.  if there are any questions or confusions about this or anything, please don’t hesitate to message me.     

now let’s have a fun and successful posting phase!!      

Murphy’s Law: Part 9

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Sigs has seen her fair share of beautiful sights.  Sunsets over the Thames.  Her mother’s garden in full bloom.  Chris Evans in Captain America right after he gets the super-soldier treatment.

But nothing quite measures up to the sight of Niall Horan in casual clothes standing in her flat.  He’s in her front room in black skinny jeans, cute little boots, and a gray button up that should probably be illegal.  Or ripped off right away.  But that’s beside the point.

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