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
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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.


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

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
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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.



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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Wicked Truth

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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