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I like to call myself a more "mature" Twilight addict, but I'm really not.and live in the suburbs of Chicago. I work hard, play hard, and really only relax lately by writing fanfic. I'm single, a rabid Chicago White Sox fan, a musical mish-mash (including the 80s and classical), and a tomboy - golf being my addiction at present. Vodka martini's, extra dirty, blue cheese olives my vice of choice.
My dream is to meet RPatz and have a smoke with him in a dark alley. Rob, please PM me here when you're in Chicago. I've got just the place...
I also dream of writing a trilogy someday, fiction, but unabashedly romantic, and slightly auto-biographical, about the colorful past of my maternal ancestry. Something with a happy ending. I haven't had mine. Yet.
My fic "Of Swans and Silence" won the Judges pick for the Darkella's Darkest Temptation Contest held by the genius of the girls over at "The Temptation of the Naughty Muses", a combined effort of The Twilight Muses, Jasper's Naughty Girls, and Darkest Temptations. (If you're into everything Jasper, or everything naughty, or both, you should check these ladies out.) To say I was shocked would be the largest of understatements. It was my first-ever contest. The fic is not for everyone, though, and I highly suggest if you're not over 18, or if you're my mother, that you DO NOT read it.
I have two other fics: Second Chances, a Charlie fic that's post-BD (which is on Twi and ff.net, and I'm beginning to post here), and I Will Love You, a version of what might have happened if Edward came back in NM, which won the "Pop My Cherry" contest (which is on ff.net).
Finally, if you'll allow me, I want to just give a permanent shout-out here to my superb friend, Alexis Danaan. If it weren't for her, Second Chances would never have been posted.
Feel free to follow me on Twitter: @EdwardsChipper, although if you're not into foul-language, general perviness, or the occasional song lyric, follow at your own risk.


