Beyond Redemption – Confessions

Category “Confessions”

Hump Day Confessional: Sigh.

Wednesday, 12 June, 2013

Today’s Confession…

1. I still don’t have anything updates written. What a nightmare. >.>
(Why can’t I get myself to actually feel like writing something?)

2. My friend is finally out of the hospital, so I can concentrate again. I hope.

3. My fridge hasn’t worked properly in almost a week. WTF?
(Waiting for the repair guy now)

4. Fall Out Boy’s new album is actually good. Should have checked it out sooner.

5. I haven’t been answering my e-mails for a while. I’ve got them, and when I really feel like sitting down and digging in, I’ll reply. However, that time is not right now.

/Confession.

Hump Day Confessional: UGH. Just Ugh.

Wednesday, 5 June, 2013

Today’s -Rapid Fire- Confession…

1. My fucking fridge isn’t working properly. The freezer is fine, but everything in my fridge is, like, room temperature. I’m so pissed off.

2. I’m sick of taking care of people. I’m sure that other frustrations are at play here, making me unbearably cranky, but really, I’m tired of being doused in other people’s fucking problems. I have enough of my own.

3. I’m less than 2 weeks away from my anniversary and I don’t even have one update ready. Not one. I’m so fucking disgusted. So much for my update tradition.

4. This root canal/crown thing is still not fucking finished. Dentist tomorrow, and again in a week. What the actual fuck?

5. The mailman is never accurate, not even for priority mail. Every time Kau sends me priority stuff, I feel like telling her not to bother because those fuckers can’t get shit right, ever.

6. Summer is almost here and I hate this fucking hot weather.

7. Been stuck on the same level of this FB game for, like, 4 days. WTF?

8. Right now, I just hate every-fucking-thing.

/Confession

Hump Day Confessional: Why am I Still Here, Again? o____O

Wednesday, 22 May, 2013

Today’s confession…

It’s coming up on my 8th anniversary as InuGrrrl. Yup, 8 fucking years. I always thought I’d stop at 6, then 7, now, here we are, at 8. Where did the time go? Is it bad that I can  pretty much remember everything that happened for -AND TO- me in this fandom since that day in 2005? Not all of it was bad, as I just implied. I made some great friends, met cool writers and artists, and wrote –the fuck– out of InuYasha with passion and happiness. He was like a drug and I needed a hit everyday, which is why I have carpal tunnel now. lol.

Then, of course, there were the shitty things that happened: Fake friends, random haters, plagiarists, petty jealousies -all the shit that makes up the cancer of every fandom. But as you can see, I overcame all that and I’m still here, doing what I want to do like I always have.

But I have to be honest; I should have long stopped writing IY fanfic for various reasons: My hands, lack of interest, lack of appreciation, theft, etc. It stopped being worth it a while ago. I only write for my fans and the hope of completing the stories they’ve followed for so long. I used to write tons and finish my fics with consistency, but as shit took its toll and interest slowly died, I just stopped wanting to do anything, really.

I started taking monster hiatuses, updating sporadically, getting strict at Absolution, and becoming fed up with assholes who thought they had a right to judge me because a friend of a friend of a friend said they didn’t “like” me for some reason (Was I supposed to give a shit about that?) or “critique” my fics because someone lied to them and told them they were an authority. On anything at all. That ridiculousness is was what led to the locking of Absolution -along with plagiarism and leeches who thought they were too whatever to leave a review (Btw, I don’t regret locking my site for a moment. Not one moment).

But, I digress.

The point of this post is that I feel like I should have stopped writing IY fics already and I’m kinda stunned that I haven’t. I’m the ‘pick up and leave’ type. I usually don’t make any noise bout it – I just vanish one day like I was never around. It isn’t too late to do just that, but at least now I’d feel a teensy bit guilty and that makes a totally unannounced vanishing a little less likely. A little.

/Confession.

Hump Day Confessional: Rapid Fire Randomity II

Wednesday, 8 May, 2013

I kinda liked that rapid fire round last time, so it’s getting a second shot.

Today’s Confession…

1. I’ve been sick more times in the past couple of months than I have been in years. UGH.

2. I really, really hate pedophiles, however, I don’t think a fascination with shota or loli should get anyone locked up. “Kids on paper” can’t be harmed or exploited.

3. Marriage doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest.

4. I can’t stand when people ask, “How long will this story be?” like I’d fucking know. If you’re on a timetable, don’t fucking read it. So, unless I say it’s a oneshot, all you need to know is that my longest fic is about 53 chapters and I always said I’d never write another that long. Therefore, it’s safe to assume that whatever I write will be less than 53 chapters. *eyeroll*

5. I really enjoy yaoi. I enjoy it 10 times more than I enjoy shoujo.

6. I dislike when people randomly contact me at fandom-esque websites and strike up a conversation as if we’re friends. It happened for the umpteenth time and I’m annoyed. At least properly introduce yourself and include how you know who I am. If it’s not something you’d do with a stranger on the street, don’t do it on the net. Simple, yes? Same for Twitter and Facebook -DO NOT RANDOMLY FRIEND ME WITHOUT AN INTRO OF SOME SORT.

7. I’m going to see Gatsby on Thursday night (Yes, an advanced screening). Leonardo DiCaprio is a sexy muthafucka and the soundtrack is really good.

8. I randomly decided that I just didn’t feel like going anymore, so I sold my B.A.P. tickets. I’d rather my first k-pop concert be U-KISS, whenever that may be.

9. I’m eating Peanut Butter Cap ‘n Crunch right now. Yum. (And yes, it cuts the roof of the mouth)

10. I’m a proofreader for two scanlation groups under two different names. (And no, I will not tell you which)

11. I think (real) porn is absolutely boring.

12. Despite the wails of desperate fangirls, I don’t find Ryan Gosling attractive. Not even a little. (I did like him in Drive, though)

13. I really like that show, Scandal, because it reminds me of the kind of fanfic I like to write -taboo.

14. I routinely paint my nails pale pink every week, as I dislike all these atrocious, gawdy nail designs.

15. Freshly baked cookies are addictive for me, so I have to be careful with them.

/Confession.

P.S. Gin made a lovely B&W drawing of Kevin for me that I shall giddily hang in my gallery. Big Smile

Hump Day Confessionals: Really Getting Sick of Some People.

Wednesday, 13 March, 2013

Today’s Confession…

I’m growing sick of certain people. I’m a good Grrrl, and I can deal with a lot of crap if I think it’s worth it, but that becomes tiresome. There is such a thing as wearing out a welcome, taking stuff for granted, and in general, just being a fucking pain in the ass on various levels. I’m also sick of people who barely know me thinking they know all about me. Really? Really? These preconceived notions make them look like assholes and guarantee that they’ll never get a moment of my time. Ugh.

Anyway, so yeah. Watch B.A.P.

Hump Day Confessional: To Publish or Not to Publish…

Wednesday, 6 March, 2013

Today’s Confession…

I’m not really interested in getting published.

I’m probably the only fanfic author to say this, but becoming a published author isn’t really a goal. It’s just not why I write, not at all. At this point, I write for the lovelies, but even when I was gung ho about it, I wasn’t doing so in order to build an audience that would then follow me into my originals. That kind of thinking is fucking lame. I mean, sure, it’s always an honor when people tell me that they enjoy my stuff so much they’d want to read my non-IY works, too, but I don’t write with those thoughts in mind.

Back then, I wrote because I loved InuYasha and had fun telling stories. Still do. But with my hands and other crap, writing is only for the fans now. Twice, since becoming an IY writer, I got correspondence from people in the publishing industry. They were interested in having me submit some original work. Whatever they were looking for, they must have thought I had it, but I declined. I know myself and my abhorrence of deadlines. I write when I’m feeling it; it’s not a switch I can shut on at will. I would have just dragged myself into a place that offered more pressure than I wanted to deal with, so that was that.

Will I ever try in the future? Maybe, but again, it’s not a must. Right now, I’m okay with the way things are. I write when I want to and that’s good enough for me. Smile1

Back to the Grind and the Hump Day Confessional.

Wednesday, 27 February, 2013

Last night -aside from some manga- I re-read and edited prior chapters in anticipation of the next update, which means writing will begin tonight after work. The hope is that it’s ready for mah birfday, so fingers crossed folks. And, of course, there will be some new art to go with it. (What’s a birthday without a present, ne? Well, even if I am the one giving it -haha).

Now, for the return of the Hump Day Confessional!

Today’s Confession…

The Art of Asking Too Much.

Had to dead another account. Not my favorite pastime, but I’m seriously sick of people coming at me with this false sense of entitlement when they don’t contribute a single word or penny to anything. *ban hammer time!*.  o_O

Nearly 100% of the time, when I respond to a review, the lines, “Thanks for the review. I appreciate it.” is in the text of the response. Why? >.> Because I appreciate it. I appreciate the time they took to let me know that the annoying CT pain and effort were worth it. I appreciate the acknowledgement that I don’t have to write -and most of the time- don’t want to write, but continue to do so solely for their entertainment. When I don’t reply to each review personally (because it’s probably too much on my hands), I often thank everyone through this blog. The kindness and support I receive is by no means lost on me and I always thank those who show me they care in some way or another. I can’t imagine not doing that.

But when people show me who they really are by plagiarizing my stories, stealing/using/distributing my commissioned artwork, talking shit like they actually know me, behaving as if I owe them something, or basically saying ‘so what?’ by deeming themselves too –whatever– to even do something as small as leave a review, that’s when I start cutting people off and making myself unavailable.

I think some people feel like it’s their god-given right to come into my site whenever they want, say or do whatever they want, and I should just let them without argument or complaint. They feel like they’re entitled to site access and how dare I want some positive feedback from the people who say they enjoy my fics. They feel that even though writing literally pains me, and I’ve lost a ton of interest in it, I should still write for the sake of writing, so long as they remain entertained. lol.

Seriously, when does that attitude work anywhere?

Everyone who becomes a member is told about the Terms of Membership in advance and they agree to it from the very beginning. So… how can anyone get upset because they’re being called out on 8 months of non-compliance (and in some cases, a full year)? There’s no one to blame here but themselves and there shouldn’t be any surprise if they don’t get back in because, come on, they were given a lot of leeway and still fucked it up. Some people also think that because they may -or may not- have known me since my MM days, they should just be exempt from the terms they agreed to. I think the fact that more than half a year went by with no administrative action on my part constitutes enough of a free pass.

Yes, I can be a bitch, but only when I’m pushed to that point. I’ve taken a lot of abuse in this fandom and have had to cut off many a bullshitter. Those who I call my friends are treated well and know that if they need me, and I can do it, it’s done. I have people that constantly buy/make/give me things just because, and somehow, I don’t think they would if I was some awful person. I’m exceedingly loyal to my peeps, and despite my initially rough exterior (Fandom bullshit is why that exterior even exits), once boundaries are established, I get along with pretty much everyone.

I also try my best not to act unapproachable. I may not always be able to reply in a timely fashion when I’m contacted, but I will reply, because I’m just like you -an InuYasha fan (Any fanfic writer or fanartist who acts like they’re anything more than that is full of shit. There’s no fucking hierarchy in fandom, no matter how these people behave). I write for my readers, as my heart has left IY fanfic a long time ago, so yeah, I do appreciate those who have shown me love. That’s why I don’t try to make money off their presence with annoying, shitty ads that would diminish their reading experience, nor do I post donation links, hounding them for money. I foot the cost of my server, domains, and all the artwork I buy to keep the site a visually fun place to visit. I “wrote” myself into a debilitating hand condition for the sake of entertaining and I did it all as part of my “thank you” to those who chose to spend their time with me, having a little fun and escaping reality. So maybe that’s why I find it so hard to understand those who have such an issue with leaving a 10-second, “Thanks for the update. I enjoyed it.”

I guess I’m still asking for a little too much. lol.

Hump Day Confessional: Hating the Yankees These Days.

Wednesday, 17 October, 2012

Today’s Confession….

I’ve been a Yankee fan since the day I was born and I was raised in a Yankee house. I am a New Yorker -no, not some Wisconsin transplant, here to follow my “dream”- but a born and bred, bona fide New York City Grrrl. So the Yankees is what I know. Period.

I’m pissed off at the Yankees and will not root for them for a long time. It has nothing to do with getting beaten by the shitty Tigers, either. I’m not even getting into the whole thing; it’s a waste of time. But I’ll be glad when this season is over and I won’t be cheering for them again until “Captain Ground Out” and half the line up retires for good because, really, I can’t stand that overrated clown and the blind worship he receives. He’s out with a broken ankle (SO. WHAT.) and I keep hearing shit like, “Win one for the Captain!” “Do it to honor Derek.”

Honor him? That asshole isn’t dead, you idiots. He ain’t the fucking gipper, morons.  Truth be told, the fall didn’t even look like it was hard enough to break anything, which just means his ass is getting OLD and needs to retire… But anyway, fuck him and fuck the Yankees Organization. They suck, so die tonight and put NYC out of our misery. And fuck their fairweather fans, too. You’re in for some LEAN years, so get ready, you bunch of selfish, spoiled brats who don’t remember the shitty years before the dynasty when the Yankees were getting rocked at every game. They’re heading in that direction again, so I hope Captain Douchebag, Captain Overrated, Captain Rally-Killer, Captain ‘I’m past my prime but is too much of a primadonna to take a bow gracefully’ will help you through it, him and his glorious, game-winning ground balls.

/Confession

Hump Day Confessional: People Have the Wrong Idea.

Wednesday, 3 October, 2012

Today’s Confession…

I think I’m a little too nice. I know I have this “rep” for being a bitch, but that’s such bullshit. Anyone who knows me will tell you otherwise. I just have a low threshold for crap after years of abuse at the hands of internet strangers who are abnormally obsessed with cartoon characters and need to get out more often… Mouth Watering

People tend to ask/want/expect things of me all the time and it’s like… really? What makes you think that I, an only child, was born to serve/offer/do things for you? What makes you feel like you have a right to ask for/expect favors from me? Very few have that privilege and I’m not adding to the list anytime soon.  As for myself,  I don’t expect people to do things for me, not even when it comes to something as small as replying to an e-mail. If they choose to, that’s great. If they don’t, trust, I won’t keep annoying them. I tend to treat people according to the way that I think. I don’t expect anyone to rush for me or be at my beck and call. It’s great if they are, and I’ll return the favor when they need me, but I don’t expect it. However, because I tend to keep my cool, I think people assume that I’m some sort of pushover without knowing that my increased silence usually isn’t a good thing, but the calm before the cut off. I don’t argue or fight with people anymore. It takes just ONE time for you to step over my line and You. Are. Done.

The internet makes cowards brave and makes normally cool people ridiculously aloof and outlandish because of the anonymity factor. To me, that’s no way to live. Whatever I say to you online is what I’d say to your face. There’s no split personality with me, and if I wouldn’t dare to say something awful to your face, I won’t be a pussy and say it online. That’s the epitome of childishness (Hence why I don’t flame and “wank” people. Stupid, 3rd grade shit that doesn’t make sense to anyone who isn’t a loser). Blah Blah Blah...

I won’t impose on you unnecessarily, nor will I infringe on your time with no thought to how you feel. I won’t bother you with random nonsense and I won’t come at you like you owe me something ( >.> Unless I paid you. Then you do owe me something!) Anyway, the point is, I don’t owe anyone anything and I wish people would remember that… before I have to remind them.

/Confession.

Hump Day Confessional: I’m addicted… to cereal.

Wednesday, 26 September, 2012

Today’s Confession…

I have an issue with cold cereal, and not just any, but the sugar-sweetened kind. I can eat that all day long, everyday, and never grow tired of it. If I could, I would consume those calories as easily as breathing and it takes a great deal of effort on my part to avoid that.

Apple Jacks, Cocoa Pebbles, Captain Crunch (regular and peanut butter), and Lucky Charms = big problems for me. If allowed to, I will take down an entire box in one day. No joke. I don’t live by the “cereal is for breakfast” rule. For me, cereal is for any time of the day and night. It’s as addictive to me as InuYasha and U-KISS, more so, because it’s real and waiting for me at any store, 24/7.

I’m not ashamed of my cereal addiction. I don’t care what people think of it. If I did, I wouldn’t be writing this now. It’s who I am -a cereal fiend. I’d rather say I want to eat Peanut Butter Crunch all day than say I want some coke, crack, or heroin. I love cereal and that’s just that.

But it’s not something I allow myself to overindulge in anymore. I lost 40lbs after giving up my appetite for cereal (along with other high-sugar stuff), and I can’t go backward, but when I can, I still have a bowl here or there. I’ll eat cereal for the rest of my life and I’m not willing to give it up completely for anyone. Ever.

/Confession