Anchored Sanity Productions
“If life were but a dream…
Then I don’t think my sanity would be anchored anymore.”
I'm on the left and my fiancé, Devin Sullivan, is on the right. He's the one whom unwittingly (he doesn't know it yet) donated his looks and personality, to the character Kurt Danvers in my novel Precious Moments. =D
!!IMPORTANT INFORMATION!!ABOUT STORY UPDATES FOR PRECIOUS MOMENTS : SAINTS OF JORDAN RIVER'S COVE!! READ IMMEDIATELY!!
Ok, for those of you who actually read my profile, know that in less than a month now I'll enter my senior year in high school and thus must go this week whenever I'm off work to figure my schedule for the 2008-2009 school year. Thus, unfortunately, story updates may be horridly stunted, more so than they have been lately. And, the reason for me not updating Chapter 5 of Precious Moments second installment was that my fiancé had come down for his Fourth of July week off from college, so I was spending every available moment with him until he headed back up North last night (sniffles). So, I apologize. But know, my dear readers, that I have no plans whatsoever to abandon my story. Please be patient. And if you can't be very patient, IM me at LeDarkeArchangel (if you have AOL or AIM) and just tell me in the initial IM that you are a reviewer or simple reader of Precious Moments. Or, you can e-mail me at LeDarkeArchangel@aol.com. Thank you, my dearies, for being patient with me. I love you all, truly!! (smiles and bows) Until Chapter 5 is updated and/or until one of you delightful people IM or e-mail me. Tootles!
INFO:
I originally started writing fanfiction on Fanfiction.net and found that writing came easily, only I’d switch moods and lose the train of thought I had when I began a story so often they never really end. Except for one, and I am proud to admit that it is a slash story staring Kaiba Seto and Jounouchi Katsuya from Yu-Gi-Oh! and it is fourteen chapters long.
Many who are actually reading these words are wondering why I chose the penname “Anchored Sanity Productions.” It’s quite simple really. All my life I’ve known I’ve been kind of just a few degrees off sane and because of that for years (mainly late elementary and all of middle school) I just sort of floated through life, living in my own world, creating my own reality to escape the one I couldn’t quite cope with, nor understand. Then in eighth grade I met my friend Carrie A. Witt and found that being insane, or very close to it, wasn’t as bad as I’d come to think. And from that day my sanity was anchored, not grounded per se, but anchored. Temporarily or long-term, I wasn’t sure (and still aren’t) … but right now it’s good enough and I’ll take it.
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PRECIOUS MOMENTS : PART ONE, SINNERS OF JORDAN RIVER'S COVE: Complete with a total of sixteen chapters, forty-four reviews so far and over 2200 hits.
PRECIOUS MOMENTS : PART TWO, SAINTS OF JORDAN RIVER'S COVE: Sequel of sorts to Sinners. First three chapters have been posted and Chapter 4 is on its way. So be looking for it. Speed of updates... well, that all depends on my work schedule, when my family decides to barge into my life and many other things that those who have read and reviewed Part One will know all too well (=D) so please, bear with me, my dearies, it will come soon! I promise!! And I will not abandon this story. My humble word as a Daughter of the Lady Mother Goddess. (bows)
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!!PRECIOUS MOMENTS NOW HAS ITS VERY OWN WEBSITE AND I'M WORKING WITH A FRIEND AT WORK TO DRAW UP A PICTURE OF DRAKE MICHAELS!! ALSO I AM ACCEPTING ANY AND ALL FANART!! PLEASE, THOUGH, MAKE SURE THAT IF YOU HAVEN'T EDITED VIA SOME SOPHISTICATED COMPUTER GIZMO (THE NAME ESCAPES ME RIGHT NOW) THAT IT IS AT LEAST INKED IN WELL ENOUGH SO THAT WHEN YOU SCAN IT AND E-MAIL IT TO ME IT CAN BE EASILY SEEN!! FOR THE LINK, JUST GO TO THE TOP OF THIS PAGE UNDER THE LIST OF LINKS BELOW MY PENNAME AND CLICK ON THE ONE THAT SAYS "HOMEPAGE" AND CHECK IT OUT!!
Oh, and depending on when I finish Part Two (and really how long it is) I may or may not send it in to the publisher (off this site) around June or July next year. When--if--I do so, I will make sure to post information on this site or will e-mail any and all who send me a request personally via review or to LeDarkeArchangel@aol.com. So, please, if you wish to be constantly updated (or as constantly as I am able to manage) do send me word. Otherwise, I fear you may be left out.
There’s only a few things I have left to say before I complete my profile and it’s as follows:
I was born in a month that most aren’t born in on a day that one country celebrates as an achievement in the war for God’s disciples (or something of that nature) and a day that another country mourns every year since its occurrence. I was born into a split family, growing up with only one parent. I had the unfortunate luck to have the one parent that was perhaps worse in some ways than the other but still, I came out relatively sane. I grew up in the Deep South in a small Mississippi town close to the Gulf Coast. I visited the beach almost every day since I was four years old. I grew up loving nature and the wonders (and horrors) it often produces. I was raised around the concept of a God ruling over the Earth but not entirely the tyrant that many of my ancestors believed him to be. I became my own person with my own mind and switched from the religion of Christianity to that of one that worships a deity much different from the God of the Christian faith and believes in a true balance of love and harmony among oneself, others, and nature. I found that I am a fifth generation writer in my family and that writing poems, stories, and songs, was a much more intelligent outlet for my adolescent anger and hatred of the world than the others I’d found before that little enlightenment.
I had my life destroyed by a storm created by the very nature I revere so highly. I was ripped, almost literally, from the home I’d known for more than ten years, and thrown into a world I’d only glimpsed for four weeks every summer since I was seven. I lived amongst members of an extended family that were barely more than strangers to me for six and a half months. I tried to come home after those long months and return to my old school, but was rejected for redundant reasons. I went to a different school, one that didn’t reject me but accepted me graciously and continues to do so to this day. I left one relationship and formed another that has been the best thing to ever happen to me. I sit now in front of my computer screen, knowing that fifteen miles from my home my beloved sits, playing games with his friends or his father; knowing I am loved by him; knowing that there is someone out there as messed up as me; someone whose life has been just as big a rollercoaster as mine. I have learned to love and be loved in return. I am happy. I am moody, angry one minute and sad the next. I am weird, out there, spontaneous, just this side of legally insane. I am comical (though in the form of dry, nearly hurtful, sarcastic comments that very few actually understand). I am myself.
And I am proud of what I have lived, experienced, survived, learned, taught, understood, felt, received, and gave. I am seventeen, going on eighteen, and I am Anchored Sanity Productions.
Welcome… to my world. I’m glad you came.
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