35,263

35,263

This is my magic, albeit approximate, number, in these last moments of the month of October.

35,263 <--- The number of words of fiction I wrote this month, spanning five different stories (four of them posted publicly).

This is by far the most prolific month I've ever had as an author. Normally I try not to focus too greatly on word count, and I've certainly never taken a monthly tally before, believing in the principle of quality over quantity. A few days ago, though, it occurred to me that I have had an unbelievable month in terms of inspiration and the muses speaking to me. Maybe it's because I was working on five different stories that I had the inspiration - changing up the storylines in my head, working with completely different characters in each story.

It also helps that every time I post, my inbox is flooded with reviews and PMs, generous words of love and support from readers. I feel so grateful for the people who read one of my stories and send me a note to tell me what they appreciated.

Anyways, no matter the reason. :) The number itself isn't truly significant to anyone but me; but I just have to mark this milestone for myself, with humility and gratitude and the hope of months to follow that are as rewarding as this one has been.

Electrical Storm, by U2

My inspiration for the story Structurally Unsound came from the song Electrical Storm, by U2, which I have loved freaking forever.

Time, by The Alan Parsons Project

The song to which Edward and Jasper make out, the night they meet.

Structurally Unsound

My entry in the Slash Backslash contest has been posted.

The summary:

"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference." - Elie Wiesel. Entry for the Slash Backslash contest. AH. Mature themes.

(I know it's not the most comprehensive summary, but I didn't want to give away too much)

My musical inspirations for this fic will follow in their own posts.

Deep Dish Chapter 1 is up!

Deep Dish is now up on both Fanfiction.net and Twilighted! There is also a thread on the Twilighted forums for DD discussion. Hope you will join us there!

An open letter to Jackson Rathbone

Dear Jackson:

Hi. How are you? I like you. Do you like me?

Check one: Yes No

Okay, maybe not.

Dear Jackson:

I have never written a letter like this in my life.

No, I learned my lesson on that from Sleepless in Seattle.

Dear Jackson:

I am writing to tell you how much I enjoy your talents. Your acting is versatile and lush. My favourite of your roles was when you were in Close to Home. It dealt with difficult subject matter and you were very authentic.

I bought your CD earlier this year and Honky Tonk Porcupine is in heavy rotation on my iTunes favourites list. Robot Timberwolves gets play too; and if you ever come to my neck of the woods, which I'm not about to disclose here (but email me, bb, and I'll spill), I will totally come see you. Absolutely.

I will even go so far as to say that I have a decent complement of pictures of you, both as Jackson and as Jasper, in my spank bank. Sorry for objectifying you; but it's safe to say I heart you hard.

Unfortunately, this brings us to something unpleasant. It's difficult for me to say this, but when you truly love someone you have to be honest.

I get that you're artistic, a musician, and you define your own style. You're not afraid to take chances or stand out, and I appreciate that very much. The photoshoot you did where you have the fauxhawk? I loved it. It was my Vista user account picture for ages.

Where I can't get behind you, though, is when you stride out in something like this:



**sigh** It gives me a sad, my darling. The hat isn't awful (it reminds me of the one my British granddad always wore, which you can take as you wish - though he did not wear it backwards). But the glasses? The coat? THE COAT. It's like you're intentionally attempting to make yourself look bad. I mean, my darling, you are beautiful. You have a wonderfully expressive face and a smile that makes my heart sing. I just don't get what you're going for. It's not even a matter of sloppy dressing - you don't just wake up and throw on a leather jacket with a faux-fur collar out of laziness. You have to seek that shit out.

I feel badly for you with the nasty-ass wig you've been stuck with for Eclipse and New Moon. I loved your hair in Twilight - I'm sure the blonde killed it, but surely the wigmaster could have come up with a better style, something closer to your own length and style (which I happen to love). But I assume that you didn't have a great deal of input into the styling for the Jasper character. Your own styling, though... **sigh**

Anyways, I'm just one little fanfic author who happens to heart you hard. Obviously my opinion is simply that.

I'm looking forward to seeing you in New Moon, and particularly in Eclipse where I hope you'll get to really flex your muscles, literally and figuratively.

Smooches infinity,
Katie Starfish

Of Slums and Sultans

My third and final Support Stacie auction fic has been posted on FF.net.

Of Slums and Sultans

The summary:

Slash: Jasper is a privileged high school senior. A fight between his friend and a "blue collar" student leads to a surprising discovery about someone he's lusted after for a long time. Written for the Support Stacie Auction. Lemons & language.

Thank you to MeiSun for her generous donation to the auction!

Teaser for Deep Dish Chapter 1

So, Deep Dish Chapter 1 will be posted mid-to-late week, the week of Oct 26. Thougth I'd pass along a little teaser for you all:

He was completely silent…motionless, even…for long seconds, before sucking in a deep breath. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m going to look at jobs in Chicago, and if I can find something I like, I’m going to take it,” I replied.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” he asked quietly.

“A while,” I hedged, not adding that I’d been thinking about it only since he’d announced his engagement the night before.

“Well, there you go”, he said. “There was a long pause as we each looked anywhere but at each other. I’m getting married, and you’re moving two thousand miles away.”

I didn’t answer, looking at the floor. He was pacing the room now, and I sat silently as my normally quiet, even-tempered best friend came unglued before me.

Starfish422 & Over The Top hit the mainstream media?

Well, this is interesting. ROBsessed posted scans of the October issue of Empire, a British entertainment magazine. There was a feature on Twilight, and in the sidebar, a peek into the world of Twilight fanfic. Who's that down in the bottom right-hand corner under "The Slash Fiction"?

Thank you to everyone who has tweeted, PM'd and emailed me to let me know about this! My reaction when I first heard? In Bella fashion...I actually stopped breathing for a moment. True story.