I'm waiting out the 3 month period to see if this is accepted to Frodo's Notebook. 

. . .waiting.

Title: On the Nature of Trees
Rating: PG. . .13ish.
Summary: she walks, carefully, like her mother tried to teach her once

So, a part of completing my Gold Award for Girl Scouts(Girl Scout, yes, I do it for the scolarship money), was to either have a job or do this big course about careers. 

I'm lazy, so I made up a job. Of editor. Of an online magazine.

Which I just sat down, designed, and wrote out the HTML code for. In like three hours.

Now it's up to YOU (and everyone else I can shove this at) to go check it out and submit some of your AMAZING ORIGINAL WORK. This includes Fiction! Poetry! Artwork!

Not fanfiction, but if it goes well, I might expand that. 

BUT FICTION! POETRY! ART WORK! 

CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.
CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.
CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.
CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.CONSEQUENCE OF SOUND.

Two short gifts written for moonjess at fledglingquills .

Over here!

and Happy Early Valentine's Day, if you're into that sort of thing. 
That's just the day where I eat chocolate and write angst romance.

I'm not dead. Really, I'm not. It's just day 11 and I only have 6,000 or so words. Awkieprowieproiwp0oirwo03ir. Help.

But I have a dancing scene, that I wrote out of order of the rest, and that has enough sexual tension to leave you dying --dying, I say!-- in pieces on the floor. Or, at least, that's my reaction. I'll post chapter two when I finish it. Geez. I may have to extend this to National Novel Writing Year. Or Holiday Season. 

Basic Plot Synopsis so far: Joseph, our angsty nobleman, has recruited Adam, our lovely stableboy, to become his sister's suitor (to fight off the others, who we obviously have to hate, because they're rich). So, they set off on a very My Fair Lady scheme where he starts to teach him proper manners and such. And ballroom dancing. Hence the following scene. 

Warning note: I don't know what kind of dancing this is either. I might have made it up. 

I have just decided that NaNoWriMo might be the most sadistic thing ever thought of. It's like Chinese water torture. Except I volunteered to do it. What in the name of God is wrong with us? Me? . . .Erm?

Title, unofficially: Stars Come Falling [yes, I stole that from Regina Spektor. . .]
Word Count: 2450

Chapter One

I got bored and weepy today, so I decided to make my NaNoWriMo playlist. Which means the playlist that I'll be writing my epic stableboy/noble woman/noble woman's brother but in a pretty unrequited sense EPIC EPIC ROMANCE of DOOM to. No downloads because I'm too lazy to upload them.

Along with the EPIC EPIC ROMANCE of DOOM, I do not have a full thought out plotline for you (though I shall by November 1st, maybe), but I do have the list of things that I plan on including, somehow. . .: 
waistcoats                                                    white dresses                             delightful accents
intricate dancing                                          an apple                                         lots of tea
the gavotte                                                     politics                                          TRUE LOVE
court intrigue                                                a wedding crashed                    cucumber sandwiches
etiquette                                                       a minstrel cameo                        fabrics of various sorts
at least two knife fights                                pirates                                             freckles, everywhere
gypsy rovers                                                  picnics                                              pastoral things
a fortune teller                                              garden parties                                  a thunder storm
twin sisters                                                 dancing lessons in a stable
humidity                                                       random joyous singing
masquerades                                               peasant revolts

Okay, since NaNoWriMo is FIVE DAYS AWAY (I checked my calender three times today, just to make sure I didn't make a mistake on that), I decided to go out on a limb and make a journal for my original fiction. 
Hi, I'm Chelsea, and I might have a problem. 

Along with all the NaNo chapters and bits, I'll just be posting random original things (and nonsense) that will probably be written on the backs of Algebra II homework and my hand. No fan fiction. For that, try my actual journal hahahahowlucky.  Friend  if you're at all interested (I love feedback with an almost illegal passion)