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Well, here's a link to something new.

Through the Window - an Outlander AU.

A teenage Claire Beauchamp, after a tumultuous few years, catches a glimpse of a new neighbor. Harboring a secret crush, she allows herself to become captivated with his life as seen through her window. Will she ever have the courage to make herself known?

I haven't even done any artwork or anything for this story, and I'm completely hating the title, but here it goes, anyway. The first chapter is super short, but I figured it's better than nothing. Hoping that posting this will get me writing again, because I miss it! Thanks for reading!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66138061/chapters/170452102

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I've got the itch to write. Is that good?

That's good.

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Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later

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Guiding Light

Claire stood upon the hill of standing stones and the wind did rise. She placed her hands upon a forget-me-not, and travelled to a far, distant land. The folk had stolen her over again.

Claire wakes up in darkness, with only Jamie's voice to guide her.

or, what if Claire had been abducted from Craigh na Dun, as Frank had originally thought?

Read on AO3

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Hi all, I know it's been a while. Sorry for the quiet on my end. Just been living life and doing absolutely NO writing 😭

Anyway, I have this story idea that has been living rent-free in my head for years. But I REALLY need to sit down and discuss it with SOMEONE.

Is anyone out there willing to hear this idea of mine and see if it's worth writing at all?? 😬😬😬

If you're willing, just send me a message here on Tumblr. Thank you! ♥️

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Dumping this here because I need to get it out... (Personal vent.. I am sorry!!!)

I feel like absolute garbage. My me tal state is not good. My head feels heavy and I can't stay focused on anything to save my life. Basic things like showering and dressing myself are just monumental tasks. Nevermind packing my kids' lunches, cleaning house, or doing laundry.

I forced myself to go to the gym yesterday. I am hoping to be able to drag myself there tomorrow as planned but we will see. I don't know about anyone else, but those bits of advice to "go to the gym if you're feeling depressed!" never did any good for me. After I get home I just collapse and have trouble doing anything else for the rest of the day. I get told that it'll make me feel better! That ill have more energy!!!! Which is just not true for me. Never has been, no matter what I do to exercise or how often I do it.

Anyway, gym aside, I've got several hobbies that could keep me busy, if I were able to focus on any one of them for longer than, say, a day. I'll feel really enthusiastic about some activity one day, and the next it feels like a death sentence to even think about it.

I don't know what is wrong with me, but I am so tired of feeling this way. I don't know if it's due to perimenopause, exhaustion, general depression, all three?? None??

I'm just burned out and don't know what to do with myself. Everything triggers my anxiety, I get mad at my kids so easily, and I hate to admit it but I've got about ten minutes until I'm due to get them at school and I'm dreading it. I don't know what to do with them in the afternoons, at all. It's all just more anxiety.

I do not have a therapist because I don't know if I warrant one? I don't want medications...

Anyway, enough of that for now...

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Well, I know I've basically disappeared. It wasn't my intention, but I think it's what I've needed lately. Writing became exhausting and my mental capacity for it just disappeared.

It's a new year, and I'm trying my best to get back into the swing of things. I've set aside an hour each weekday to devote to writing. Whether that be scribbling ideas down or actually structuring a chapter or even just a section of a scene, I'm doing my best to accomplish something each day!

I've got bits and pieces of a story being built, which I am very excited about. Trying not to let this one run away with itself, which I think happens far too often with me! I get overwhelmed and am convinced my ideas have gotten out of control so I give up.

Anyway, here's hoping that this year I can post something new for you to read if you're so inclined!

Hope everyone had a great holiday season, whatever you celebrate, and a very happy New Year. ❤️❤️❤️

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I've got a super fluffy Christmas story idea I hope to get to y'all this week.

Wish me luck....!

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This made me feel all sorts of ways. 🥹

we’re finally going to get the blood oath in s8. Jamie and Claire are going to imprint their initials on each other 🥺

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I feel like I just want to go unconscious and find this all out later. Sitting and watching things slowly change as votes are counted is excruciating.

Watching these election results like

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Watching these election results like

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Hi, just stopping in to say that I may not be posting at the moment, but I am writing!!! Working on something I HOPE to hold off on posting til it's completed. We will see....!

Here's a tiny (unedited) piece of it.

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The stream was beautiful, just as she'd hoped; clear water took a meandering path down the rolling hill, scattered with lily pads, stepping stones, all glistening in the afternoon sun. It was considerably warmer than when she's first arrived, though Claire shivered anyway.

Tightening the sash on her overcoat, Claire stood at the water's edge. The air was smoky, no doubt.coming from the chimneys in the main house. The fires burned all winter, it seemed.

Sitting back on her heels, Claire stuck the fingertips of one hand into the water, breaking the stillness. Her reflection swam before her as she let her mind wander to her work. It was all she had to occupy herself, anyway.

More clean linen for the cabinet; I need more morphine, and I need to tell someone that the flu in the boy's room seems to need cleaning...

Swirling her fingers, she felt the pain of the icy water. It felt good though, reminded her where she was.

I need some aloe or.. or--

Her thoughts were broken by the sound of splashing water just down the stream. Looking up, she saw him: the red-headed man she'd seen at dinner her first night. Today, he wore nothing but a pair of trousers. His sinewy form wasn't surprising, exactly, but she lost her balance all the same.

Laying face-first in the cold water, she pushed herself up on her hands, sputtering and swearing. Claire jumped when she felt his hands on her arms, urging her up with a gentle pull.

"Are you all right, Miss..uh...?"

Getting back on her feet was no easy task, but the man gripped her hands and she was grateful for the help. Her dress now weighed more than she did, she was certain. He still held her as she faced him, worry etching his features.

Claire involuntarily flinched as one of his hands went to her face, gingerly touching a spot on her forehead.

"it might bruise, but I don't think there will be a bump," he said, half to himself.

"I'm quite all right, thank you. Just took a little fall!" Claire laughed half-heartedly, trying to pull herself away. "You're-"

She stopped herself, nearly blurting out what she's been told about him - as if he wasn't aware of the talk. She didn't now see what the fuss was about, however.

At the moment, he seemed like a perfect gentleman...

"James Fraser, Miss." He said, giving a short nod. "You're sure you're all right to walk back? I can take you, if you'd like."

"No,no. It's okay, I'll manage."

Claire wanted to say more; his kind eyes invited it. He wore a lopsided smile and as he finally released her, he gestured to her head once more.

"May want to ice that a bit...just in case."

Saying goodbye, Claire looked back as he walked on downstream, the urge to call back to him almost too great.

She didn't know what she'd say if she did; afterwards, she'd keep replaying the whole thing over and over in her mind. The image of him would not leave her.

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Took a much-needed vacation before school starts. Zion National Park & Yellowstone National Park.

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I am sorry but there's still nothing up at AO3. I am still planning on reposting One More Try + The Lighthouse, just have to find time to do it!

I'm also, slowly, working on something brand new....

🏵️🌷🌹

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So, I've done some thinking regarding my stories on AO3.

I think I will put One More Try and it's tiny continuation (The Lighthouse) back up over the weekend. I'm reasonably comfortable with them, I think??

I'm not sure about others, yet.

I have gotten a lot of surprising, lovely messages about my stories - I greatly appreciate the kindness. I may not believe in myself at all, but to know that so many of you seem to?? I'm blown away.

Thanks so much. ♥️

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Thank you for all the kind messages. I hope I can return soon with some writing I am truly happy about, whether that be a (finally!) completed Do No Harm or Instruments of Flight, or something fresh and new. Thanks again, y'all. ♥️

A note regarding my stories over on AO3...

Don't know if anyone has seen, but my stories have been deleted from AO3. All of them are gone, and I'm not even sure how I feel about it.

I was in a bit of a spiral the other day and convinced myself that they were all horrible and didn't need to be up anymore. I think I may try to complete some of my WIP and then repost them when they're complete. I'm not even sure yet what I'm going to do.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and once I decide how to proceed, I'll say more.

♥️

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I really wish I didn't live in the US right now, but alas, I do. I am sitting here watching the news and while I really was ready to vote for Biden, I am relieved he's stepped down and hope we can all come together behind Kamala Harris and a solid VP pick! My stomach is in my toes at the thought of a female president, and I am excited to be able to live through such a historic time.

However. We must all pull together and VOTE BLUE NO MATTER WHAT. Do not refrain from voting. We must get rid of Trump and all the ugliness that comes with him.