A Wicked Lady Tells All

I may not be the biggest BAMF in the room at any given time, but I certainly try to be in the top three.

I've been in the theatre for over twenty years as a little bit of everything. Yes, I have welded upside down from a second story set in nothing but gauzy underwear half hour before a show opened. I prefer to keep my hair purple. And I run very quickly in four inch heels.

Monthly word count!

  • Feb. 3rd, 2013 at 8:28 PM
thewickedlady: (Default)
I am going to try doing a public post about my word count as long as doing [community profile] getyourwordsout.

My word count for the month: 11,614

Got a little behind! I should be at 12,700 for my yearly goal, but honestly? I am so proud of me for writing that much! I am normally luck to make myself hit 2000 - 3000.

GO TEAM ME!

FIC alert!

  • Oct. 12th, 2012 at 5:40 PM
thewickedlady: (geek feet)
HA! This is all Becca's and Merc's faults.

It's the Magical Girl AU Episode! (2151 words) by faviconwickedtrue
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Parks and Recreation
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Leslie Knope, Ben Wyatt, Ron Swanson, Andy Dwyer, April Ludgate, Tom Haverford, Donna Meagle
Summary:

Sailor Knope strikes a pose. "I am Sailor Knope, and in the name of the Magical Parks and Public Recreation Enforcement Squad," she takes a deep breath, "I will-- ask you politely to pick up your own garbage and throw it away for you when you don't."

I am writing poetry again?

  • Jul. 16th, 2012 at 3:34 PM
thewickedlady: ([Ayaka Komatsu] girly face)
I blame [personal profile] newredshoes. It's totally her fault I have been listening to If Poems all morning, and damn Tom Hiddleston's Shakespare readings!

I should be writing comic book write ups and my deep thoughts on Why An Ant-Man Movie Annoys Me (Can't Black Widow or Ms Marvel Punch Him Instead?).

Clicking send before I get too terrified.

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if music be the food of love, play off
your silences are more my companion
than your poetry and songs
(The dog does love your singing, my love;
myself? Ah... you are very kind to share)

your restless hand across my back in the night
is equal a comfort to your snores (though, I may smother you,
know that i love you, and there is no other I would want
to drool across my hip)

I long for the press of your chest against my back
in the shower, and the unintelligible mutter of good
morning against my neck (don't worry:
love is setting the coffee maker on automatic)

if music be the food of love,
silence and quiet is its measure of truth, of age and trust,
of the lengths I would go to hear your voice again
(even when it is to say, "pass the remote, there is a game.")

I miss your hands when you leave me,
but I want you gone as well. I want to hear your stories
of adventure when we are reunited (the servers had to be
restarted a third time, you say? damn them all, indeed)

tongue-in-cheek my love may be,
you are the last person I think of before I sleep,
the best person I have ever known
you are the music that lets my love grow

food of love, indeed
it is well: those footie travel kit shorts are tiny

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I'm a southern girl making my way through Yankeeland with a history degree and an artist's soul. I'm a geek and a dork, and I'm okay with that.

Sometimes, I even wear pants when blogging.

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