My Life Vicarious....

A Ridiculously Long Rant About Nothing

 

So I've given up on both promise and apology, as neither get me anywhere. I work too much to be creative. Some people would say 40 hours isn't all that much, especially without kids to chase, a man to please, or a degree to finish (well, I suppose I technically have that last one, but I'm not actively working on it so...) and all while in a stand there all day and smile at people kind of job. It is a lot for me though. I don't know if it's the standing, the mental/emotional strain (you ever tried to smile at rich people all day?) , or simply the fact that I'm a lazy bitch (although I'm sure the MS doesn't help), but I only see capable of handling exactly as much as I'm required to do to survive. Anything beyond that, and fuck off, I'm in a coma. Seriously, I'll only do something social with the ONE friend I've managed to hold on to if: A) It's my day off AND B) It's not my only day off.

I've been getting ideas lately, my subconscious trying to break through and tell me the things I can do to make my projects better. "Stop procrastinating," it says. "You no longer have the excuse of having no idea what to write." I've decided on a course of action for the novel you may have read. It requires significant changes, not necessarily to the overall storyline/character development, but you may want to hold on to your copy. You'll be one of the few souls to know some of my character's secrets if/when I ever unleash this beast on the world. I've also decided just to self-publish it. Maybe an agent doesn't want it. Maybe I'll never make a living doing what I love. But I'll sure as shit throw a mini-mental party any time someone leaves a positive comment on Amazon or tells me they've told their friends about it. A girl can dream....

But all I do is dream. I thought of all these things, but I'm not actually doing them. Today is Saturday, my first day off, and I did very little of use. It's easy to say, "Tomorrow I'll be better rested. Tomorrow, I'm going to start something." Then a little voice pops up and tells me, "No you won't. You'll be tired. And even if you start something, you know you'll never finish it, so why bother in the first place." The little voice is a jerk and I need it to leave me alone. But then my knees start hurting and my eyes feel heavy and I think, "Well, I am going through a bit of a relapse. Maybe better to hold off anyway." Next thing I know, three years have passed and I'm no closer to my my goal than the day I relented and set it. I do whatever I NEED, including the things I've convinced myself I NEED.

I NEED time to recharge. (Reading, Farmville 2, staring at Twitter because I'm bored until I'm bored...)

I NEED a good story. (Currently reading Black Dagger Brotherhood. John Matthew is breaking my heart. Also fan fiction. Lots of fluffy, meaningless, time-filling fan fiction.)

I NEED to see another human in a non-work capacity at least once a month. (This month I went to Target with Mandi AND we're going to The Hobbit. Also, work is having a Christmas party, but that really doesn't count.)

But then I have a day off. And I think, "Yay! I can do some things I WANT!" Last week I did my dishes (seriously, that's a seldom WANT in my world) because the week before I made a turkey (and it was delicious!). Today I decided to work on something creative. No, nothing lucrative or meaningful, just the third chapter of a fan fiction I've already committed to. The idea here is if I get rid of whatever pressing idea I have, a new, better one will pop up and if/when I get the motivation, the new, better thing will be the one that I work on. It's taken me MONTHS to get two chapters of a fan fiction up, even though I know exactly what happens and feel no pressure for it to be "good", Fanfic doesn't have to be "good", it simply has to exist. Someone out there will like it; it's a virtual guarantee. And yes, I have seriously contemplated changing my characters' names and physical descriptions to Edward and Bella just so people would read it. Don't judge me. I'm needy.

Anyway, when I felt my creativity waning about 1000 characters in, I decided to play The Sims(2). Therein I have created a world the likes of which I can be invested in for a predetermined amount of time. And even though I control it, it seems to me much like watching a movie with "Choose Your Own Adventure" options. No matter how long I leave it, I can always jump straight back in, and every time it's new and fresh and entertaining, and I never have to worry if what I do next fits with what I did last. I don' t have to worry how the outcome will change, because I'm experiencing it as it comes. Not everything will happen exactly as I see it, and that's okay. That's good, because no matter how much time I spend or how invested I get (or how pissed off I am when it suddenly crashes and I've lost hours of progress), I can walk away, give it time, go back, and it's like starting over from exactly where they are. No worries, just living in the moment vicariously through my Sims.

(If you've never played the Sims, what follows will likely make very little sense to you. Sorry.)

That's not to say I didn't have plans, for my Sims that is. I created a household with two unrelated teenagers (one of whom may or may not resemble a celebrity) with two completely different star signs (one of which may or may not be Pisces). I intended for them to fall in love, simply because I wanted to play them together. A one person household is boring without a relationship, and the Romance aspiration is really not for me. I mean, really? Fears: "Get Married", "Be Caught Cheating". Wants: "Have Three Loves at the Same Time", "Woohoo with 5 Sims","Woohoo in Public"... okay, that last one's not so bad.  But how can they Woohoo in public? No seriously, when does that option pop up? Maybe in a hot tub. Is there a public hot tub? Wait, what was I saying?

Ah yes, so no Romance aspiration for me. And Popularity is way too hard. Even in the virtual world I can't juggle eight friends, let alone enough for a Popularity Sim's life Aspiration. I can't even throw a good party for crying out loud. I don't think I've gotten a party score any higher than "Snoozer" in The Sims 2. But ask me about my Date scores, they always come out perfect. Although, really those aren't difficult, you just fulfill their simple wants of "Talk, Make Out, Slow Dance" until the bar is full and you're done. In the end they want to fu..err... Woohoo, and it's smooth sailing from there. And Sims always fall in love once they get to Woohoo. As long as your Sim isn't all about the Romance you can take your Happily Ever After from there.

So no Romance, no Popularity, and a big N-O to the added Pleasure aspiration. I thought it might be a good, free-spirited aspiration where the Sim does what makes them happy in life without the driving force of my predetermined goals. Upon reading the description it's sorta like that... only more hedonistic. Like the Romance and Popularity Sim had a baby and it didn't give a shit about anything.

I would normally give one or both of my Sims the Family aspiration. I can use cheat codes to get all the money I need, so I don't have to worry about how far they get in their jobs, which they have no desire for if their main goals are to get married and have children. Come to that, I don't have to worry about networking quotas either, so they don't need to have any friends.As long as a Family Sim has a mate and some babies, it's all you have to worry about. But I didn't want to worry about that. Kids are a pain in the a--. Even virtual ones. Your Sims don't sleep and they miss work and you have to teach the kid how to walk, talk, and potty while somehow keeping the parents alive, happy, and working. Then, when they get older, you have to schmooze the dean, help with homework, and throw birthday parties. The last Sim I had with a Family aspiration had twins and the only Wants she had were to be all up in their business... and to have another baby. Meanwhile, her husband was trying to see aliens through his telescope and make a million simoleons. Omg, it's enough to make you want your virtual tubes tied!

So I gave my guy the Fortune aspiration, planning to make him an actor (musician isn't a career path, and I wanted to like him, so business and politics were out). My girl has the Knowledge aspiration. She really wanted to be a scientist and I was like... no, you want to be into the paranormal. Had to reprogram her for that. Normal scientists never have crazy Goonie adventures.

Anyway, my Sims were two completely different people. Even the game judged their chemistry as low, and when you're going purely by code and program, opposites don't exactly attract. Fortunately, I made them both decent people and they got along. I got them talking first thing and they developed crushes on one another before they even entered the house. I had him ask her to go steady. She said yes, then broke up with him 5 minutes later. I think she was distrustful of commitment (yes, okay, the Sim was modeled after me). They fell in love in like, 12 Sim hours and the guy was ridiculously romantic. Like, when left to their own devices his Free Will would generate things like "Caress" and "Admire" whereas hers were "Play Chess" and "Paint"... even after they were solidly going steady. Bless her. I had them go to college together, where I was able to choose their turn ons/offs, which made them totally, sickeningly solid. They both wanted to get engaged after that. He was still way more into relationship, picked a couple fights on her behalf whereas she was all study, homework, chess.

They graduated and moved in together with nary a hitch, I cheated their way to a dream house, and got them both jobs in their chosen fields. They rarely had any interest in each other after that. I mean, if I brought them into proximity, their free will shifted to include one another, but his stuff became about his job and material wants, and hers was all about gaining the next skill level in everything. After they got a dog, that was it. All either of them wanted was to teach the thing tricks. Neither of them ever had marriage or sex in their Wants. Talking, backrubs, the occasional dance, but no real relationship stuff.

Then I had them get married. I'm horrible with parties, and I can never get the ceremony right. I once threw a wedding party and the groom went to work right before it started. The bride got tired and took a nap. For this wedding, I sent them on a date just to give myself something to do other than keep them alive and play with the dog. I had him propose marriage to her and their status changed to married. I basically gave them my real life dream: a spontaneous Vegas wedding. No worries about ceremony, buying decorations, or stressing over timing, just making it official with someone you're going to spend the rest of your life with anyway

After the end of date Woohoo, they both went back to wanting what they want. Money and knowledge...and teaching the dog to sit up. He also has a bird. Fuck birds. Then, randomly, my lady wanted to have a baby. And I was like WTF? You didn't even want to date him, and now you want a baby? Two days later, she changes her Wants, but my guy gets a bug up his butt and one of his six Wants is to flirt with his wife, then dance with her, and so on. Every time I told him to do what his Want was, a new one about her would pop up until suddenly, they both want a damn baby. Part of me is annoyed. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. Another part of me is like, just fulfill their career needs and when they wake up the next day, they'll change their mind. But the little part of me that's invested, the one that secretly thinks they're real people, is teaming up with the subconscious voice that told me to make the character me and live out a fantasy Happily Ever After kind of life in the first place. And they're saying, "Give them a damn baby! You know you wanna know what their kids look like, and it's what they both want, against all odds and with the process you set in motion with the impromptu marriage, they both want a baby at the same time,"--something I've never had a Fortune Sim have as a Want.

And that, my friends, is my life vicariously through Sims. I have a rich, handsome, romantic husband, a dog who knows how to sit up, a fuckin' bird, and the sudden, unanticipated desire to start a family. I also need to find two more friends for that promotion. Ugh.

I don't know why I felt like telling you all of that. It's really stupid, and not at all real. But I suppose it has some deep meaning to my psyche I can hopefully discover in a dream. I have no idea why I find my Sims lives so interesting or poignant. They're just pictures and code. But I love them. They're so special. Also, I had nothing better to do and this is where my brain took me when I decided to write a blog.

Yay me!

If you've such with me this far... you're even more bored than I am. Go read something real. I suggest the Brotherhood series. My favorite is Rhage, followed closely by Vischious. And, as I said, John Matthew seriously tugs at my heart. I suppose we can all identify with him a bit. I never got to liking Phury. He pissed me off but good.  What do you think?

My Job

Well, it's been two months. My only consolation is that no one has been actively waiting for this blog to happen. My life has definitely been happening though, and I thought of this today. So instead of doing something constructive like working on my novel or my FAGE entry, or completely frivolous like Castleville, I'm allowing myself 20 minutes to post a blog. So, let's see... quick, fast, and in a hurry...

I got a job at a hotel by the airport. I'm not telling you which one, not because I'm not proud to work there, but because I might inadvertently say something to make them not so proud of me. I'm the front desk person, that girl that smiles, checks you in, and gives you directions to the closest restaurant. I have to wear a suit and do my hair and makeup every day.

I'll let that sink in for a moment.

Yeah I do that stuff every day... I am, quite literally, in my pajamas all the rest of the time, but if you know me personally, you are confused. I don't blame you. The suit is a uniform though, so its not as though I have an extensive professional wardrobe, just two pairs of steel wool pants and a jacket I leave at work usually. I work nights (most of the time) and I absolutely love what I do. Okay, not so much what I actually do, but I love meeting people and chatting with them.

I meet a lot of older business people. My dad theorizes that some of them are actually very important in their world, I'm just not aware of it. That is... quite possible. We did have one "high profile" guest a little while ago, and while the buzz of it was exciting, the person himself was of no interest to me, and he really just created a lot more stress and discord than I'm used to.

My favorite thing is to meet the normal people (at least, I think so... I don't know people. The truth is, my favorite band could walk in and I wouldn't know it unless they started playing.) I like meeting old men with corny ass jokes and profound knowledge. I like telling people some story about somesuch and getting three in return. I like it when someone walks in tired and angry at the world (or their airline) and walks out with a smile. I genuinely enjoy these things. If I didn't have to be standing all night and wearing sandpaper to do it, I'd like it even better.

My 20 minutes are up, and all I did was talk about my job--which I now have to go get ready for. There will be more shortly... like in a few days as opposed to months, as there are many more interesting and creative things going for me than this. But I really can't put this off. I have 45 minutes to turn "just woke up after having taken a shower last night" into "Welcoming, brand-appropriate person you'd like to talk to".

Hope you weren't holding your breath

SO it's been about a month. One long ass month in Alexis-land. Just sayin'. I moved back to Colorado from New Jersey last week, had a car waiting for me that I now have to insure... except I don't have an actual address, which is proving problematic. Contemplating moving to either Oregon or Arkansas by next month -- I'll tell you about that if it works out. But in the meantime I'm catching up with friends, finishing a future take for my fic that I promised about a year ago, and finally.. FINALLY sitting down to write my original stuff for solid chunks of time.  Here's a little piece of what I wrote today. It made me laugh almost-out-loud in the middle of a library, so I like it. Then again, things never translate as well as I want them to the first time around, so excuse me if you find it a waste of your time.

"
Before he left for London, JD gave Alyssa one more surprise gift. It was much less expensive than a platinum necklace, but infinitely more valuable.

"I've always... wanted... a puppy," Alyssa said around the tiny Jack Russel assaulting her face.

"Cats don't make very good company," said JD. "Anyway, he's house-trained, so no accidents, but you can teach him tricks and take him for walks and... stuff. Or..."  -his voice shifted to a high-pitched lisp -- "we can get you one of those adorable little pink dog purses."

"Daddy's funny," she told the dog. "He's a silly boy, isn't he? Just like my Teddy. Right, baby?"

The dog responded with more feverish licking.

"Who's Teddy?"

Instead of answering JD directly, Alyssa once again spoke to the animal in her lap. "You're Teddy, aren't you? Do you like that name? Do you?"

Teddy barked his approval and turned his attention to the hair band on Alyssa's wrist. Clearly, it had to die.

Teddy held Alyssa's interest exclusively for almost two hours. JD honestly became jealous of a dog for some time. Alyssa was sure to make it up to him later, once Teddy was down for his nap.

"

I don't know why... but that bit about the scrunchie...cracked my shit up when I first wrote  it down.

Have a wonderful week,
Lex

Quick... Before I Fall Asleep!

There I was, silly rabbit that I am, thinking I'd be posting too much for you all. Ahh well. My life is moving pretty fast of late, and I'm always too tired or busy to tell you about it. You have no idea how many times I've had to backspace for just these few sentences. But I've been wanting to tell you about that flash fiction contest I entered that inspired me to start this blog. Didn't get Top 10 (rendering having my own site unnecessary), but I did get Top 20 (of 250+ entries), earning my name on an Honorary Mentions list and a $20 Amazon gift card. Woo hoo! Here was my entry:

Better Late Than Never

I hate snow.

I'm sorely tempted just to leave it there, but I really couldn't do that to you. The fact remains, however.

Anyway, I was thinking about what I wanted to post here today while I was doing my usual internal rants (And yes, I am quite capable of thinking about several things simultaneously. Or, as a scientist would tell you, jumping from subject to subject so quickly, it seems simultaneous). Before MySpace died, I used to post my rants up on my little "blog" there. Sometimes they dragged on quite a bit. From 5-13 pages on some occasions. But those posts were of a rather personal nature --  angsty outbursts and the like. So unless I write a particularly artistic feeling one (which can happen), you will probably be spared those.

Too bad, too. I impressed even myself with the logic of my arguments in today's little episode. In the end it was decided that I was most likely in actual love with my grade school crush. The evidence, really, is staggering, but you'll have to take my word for it. How and why would I have been picking at that? My line of logic would probably give you an aneurysm, so I'll spare you that explanation as well.

After the Great Shift to Facebook (Or should I say, return? Because, as a college student, Facebook was actually first), I sort of lost my outlet. Things were a little rocky in my head at that time as well, and I clung to my little journal-like-thing to the very last. It was also about that time my brain started producing coherent streams of fiction instead of dreams. I've always had the craziest, most vivid and colorful dreams, but they were usually things like Mission Impossible meets Little House on the Prairie or saving a busload of students who were somehow lost in a rainforest. Then there's my personal favorite: getting so lost at school that I never actually find any of my classes, and before I know it, it's Prom/Graduation and I never made it past Day One. (This one continued until I was well out of high school. Doesn't take a psych major to interpret it either.)

But suddenly, I was dreaming that I could fly -- but for very logical reasons. I was at a soccer game and the field crumbled from underneath us. I was climbing a tree and looking into a bedroom through glass walls. I'd been hurt and some guy had donated his blood to me in a futile attempt to win my affections... which I knew would be a permanent decision. He even used the line "There's part of me inside of you" rather suggestively in my mind, which I couldn't help but laugh at once I woke up. All of you have that have read Untouchable should recognize these things. There were several other things that came directly from my dreams, and I was quite determined that they should all make it into my book, my masterpiece.

I realize now that I was wrong. So much of what I put into that book needs to be taken right back out again. The dreams were great for inspiration, but not all of it pertained to my story. I also threw in a few things from my real life, real stories and tastes from my own personal past. Another huge mistake. I spent three years writing it off and on (mostly off), and spent a whole hell of a lot of that time trying to squeeze things in that I just "had" to have in there. It needs to go. Everything that makes Elizabeth into me needs to go, along with everything that didn't flow naturally into the plot the way it should have. Stubbornly gluing in scenes because you're proud of them does not make for good storytelling.

Also, I used way too many adverbs. I blame fan fiction for that. Novices shouldn't learn from each other, it makes for rough going. At least 75% of things that end in -ly could and should probably be expressed in better ways. As far as my word choices... I plead ignorance on that one. Who knew that the most preferable way to say someone said something is simply using the word "said"? I specifically remember there being posters in grade school of all the different words you could use to spice up your paper. Whispered, sighed, yelled, whined, teased... I remember them telling me to use them. Then I get into the real world, and I want to be a real writer. I use all those words and then some.

Do you realize that I only used "said" three times in my entire novel? And I was actually proud of that fact? And most of them were actually paired with adverbs. "Whispered quietly." "Angrily yelled." "Sighed dejectedly." Then I go online and I read these articles... "It's distracting." "It's telling instead of showing." "If you have to spell it out, you're doing it wrong." At first I rebelled against these people who are so much smarter than I. How dare they tell me I'm not great at what I do? But... They're right. I'm wrong. Better take a screen shot, cause you may never see those words from me again. (Twice in one posting, no less.)

And another thing, don't you remember being told that "and" takes the place of a comma in a list? Because I do. Granted, I could be mistaken, but I've seen other people do it too. I could swear I learned it like this: "I like apples, oranges and bananas." not "I like apples, oranges, and bananas." The last comma registers with me as redundant because of something I'm 95% sure I learned in the 5th grade. I feel like I've been lied to. Why, Mr. McCreary? Why? Nah... he was the best. Introduced us to Barry Manilow and "The Boss". Can't get mad at that.

What was my point again? Did I even have one? Probably not. But that, children, marks the end of our program. If you had ever wondered what happened to Untouchable, you now have your answer. I peddled it out for a couple of months to no less than 50 agents, and after only 2 positive responses to my query and sample pages, I was forced to re-evaluate.. and all of that (see above) is what I came up with. It has to be dismantled and rebuilt completely (especially the first fifty pages where most of the transgressions lie. Besides, that section is still boring!)

When the time comes and Untouchable is actually ready, I may have decided just to self-publish it. It almost seems better that way. No rejections... only ego boost bonuses whenever someone unexpectedly buys my book. And you really have to be a major thing to make it big with a publisher... like "they make movies outta my shit" strokes of fortune. And should I achieve any success with that, sequels would be forthcoming, and perhaps I would have better luck then.

For the time being, I am writing my romance, which I will admit now is likely cheesy and predictable, but I love my ridiculous bastard of a love interest, so what can I do? They really love to fight and make up, so maybe Harlequin will pick it up. It isn't likely to make me lots of money (and certainly won't garner a screenplay), but I'd really love to have that sort of credit under my belt. Being able to say, "Oh yes, I've been published by someone you've heard of" sounds pretty wicked to me. Just sayin'.

I'll leave you now with a tiny bit of flash fiction. It is neither contest winning nor publicly recognized in any forum, but I kinda like it. (If I've already showed this to you, I'm sorry. I'm at a lack for something new. Which reminds me... Who here hasn't read the first few pages of my romance and/or would like to?)

Until next time... Stay thirsty, my friends.

~Lex

A Blog About Nothing

Hello, friends!

Due to the unprecedented success of my first blog post (five followers -- that's two more than predicted!), I have decided to post again, so as not to let it get lonely. I wasn't going to post again so soon. In fact, I had a long chat with myself about the whole thing.

"Self," I said. "Why do you want to bother these people? They're your friends, and they're just trying to support you; why would you take advantage of their kindness by flooding their inboxes with your inane drivel?" (And yes, I do speak to myself as though I were an intellectual, even though I know better.)

Before I could rebut, I found myself continuing. "And another thing, if you post twice in one week, they might expect this pace to continue. They probably don't have the time and energy to read so much, and you definitely don't have it to write. Suppose you did -- what would you say? You don't really have that much to say in general, and certainly not about writing."

I continued to berate myself until I told myself to shove it because it's my party and I'll post if I want to! It seems to me that having a single blog post is just a bit ridiculous, and as you all are already my friends (and you are, just so you know. Whether I've met you or not, and this is not a distinction I take lightly), I felt that a personal update wouldn't be too much of an imposition. (Is anyone else finding my sudden interest in big words unsettling?)

Anyway, in case you were wondering, I was thinking about posting once per week. Saturdays, if possible. I'll try to keep it as art-centric as possible: Post snippets, previews, updates, rants about grammar, etc. If/when I ever find myself in the company of strangers, apart from throwing a party, I'll try to come up with a few more fun things we can do. Contests, guest posts from my online writer friends... blah blah blah.

Sigh. I find myself wanting to tell you everything all at once. What happened to Untouchable, what I'm currently writing, future plans for publishing, future plans for life, current happenings of me (other than sitting up in my bed). Where I'm moving, why, and with whom (and I'd love to ask your advice about how). I want to tell you about my job and my living situation and the serial killer idea I have that nobody likes (mostly because I can never explain it right). But then, as I asked myself before, what would I talk about in future blog posts if I dumped an entire novel on you now? Silly Rabbit, indeed.

So, I ask you, my friends what would you like to see on this blog? Any burning questions amongst the aforementioned topics or others? How often would you expect me to post? Does once per week seem slow to you, or do you think that's the most you'd have time for? How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? And who the hell named it a woodchuck in the first place? (Did you just get a mental flash of that commercial, cause I totally did.)

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Lex


P.S. What do you think of this format? Is the text too small? Is having the white box too glaring or cheesy looking? Inquiring minds want to know.

Icebreaker

When I was five, I had a favorite tape. It was a VHS of Care Bears Movie 2 (feat. the Care Bear Cousins) and Little Shop of Horrors (the Rick Moranis version). I watched it every day. If you ask my friends--which you undoubtedly will not--this probably explains a lot about my personality. On one hand, a musical featuring rainbows and altruistic optimism. On the other hand, a musical/dark comedy about a man-eating plant and hopeless nerd you can't help but fall in love with.

Okay, maybe that last one was just me.

I was also quite fond of Wayne's World, The Lost Boys, and The Little Mermaid.

Why am I telling you this? Because as a first-time blogger, I feel it important that you know a little something about me. So you know what you're getting into. As an aspiring writer, however, I know that the opening page... no, the opening paragraph is key. So starting off by saying, "Hi! My name is Alexis, and I want to be your friend." just didn't sit right with me.

So while I've got your attention (Or do I? dun! DUN! DUN!), let me do the boring part. My name is Alexis (25/F/Pisces), and I would love to be your friend. In the case that this just isn't in the cards (as it so often is not) I would settle for you just listening to what I have to say and commenting on it.

Why should I, you ask? Well, let me tell you.

As previously mentioned, I am an aspiring writer. I have completed exactly one (as yet unpublished) novel, which I will tell you more about later (including the reasons it is "as yet unpublished"). I am also in the process of the first draft of a romance novel that is currently featured in the third round of webook.com 's PageToFame contest. More on that later as well.

I have also written several drabbles and random nonsenses, largely based on my dreams. And as you may or may not have inferred from my choice of childhood favorites, my dreams can get a little interesting.

I would like to share my drabbles, rants, and even sneak peeks of my novels with you. In so doing I hope to both increase my fan base (read: find someone other than my three online friends who like what I do) and improve my skills both as a writer and communicator through feedback on this blog.

Thank you for your time, and I sincerely hope we see more of each other in the future!

Love (no matter what I might say),

~Lex

P.S. If you are a reader of Twilight fan fiction, you may have read my fic "Slumbering Swan" or it's prequel "Becoming Alice" (If you have not and would like to do so, search these titles under the username lmhsfan on either FFN or TWCS).