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What is there to say about me?
At any rate, I had been doing genealogy since 1981 and had accumulated a massive amount of information on some of my Quaker ancestors. With all of this data at my disposal, I figured there had to be a novel somewhere in the pile, so I began writing about my fourth great grandparents. In the middle of it all I became immensely intrigued with Uncle Ezekiel Griffith about whom I had quite a bit of information, including several of his indiscretions as viewed by his monthly meeting in Chester County, Pennsylvania. Turned out Uncle Zeke had a story all his own that was much more interesting than what I had written. To make a long story short, I started a novel that winter which, as of June 2004, still isn't finished. However, as it is an angst-driven novel, the exercise stood me in good stead to begin writing Stargate SG-1 fanfiction. As a direct result of turning my hand to novel-writing, I began to realize that I really knew absolutely nothing about life in southeastern Pennsylvania during the colonial period. My mother showed me a newspaper clipping about a woman who interprets not only colonial crafts, but who actually did her doctoral dissertation on women's work in the 18th century. Clarissa Dillon and I soon became friends and in 1990 I was invited to join a non-profit organization called Past Masters in Early American Domestic Arts with which I spent 16 very content years demonstrating and interpreting domestic life in the colonial era. I even learned to milk a goat! Never did finish that novel.
Hmmmm, Stargate
One evening the clicker somehow got stuck on the SciFi Channel -- I rarely watch science fiction, except for the occasional episode of the original StarTrek and once in awhile The Next Generation -- and I saw MacGyver's face. Now my mom, who died in 1993 and to whom all of my fiction is dedicated because she was my very first beta reader (before I knew what a beta reader was) when I was writing about Uncle Ezekiel, watched MacGyver religiously. I think I saw two, maybe three episodes at the most. But my mom was always right, even when I was sure she was wrong, so I thought to myself, "Self, that's MacGyver, and you know Mommy really loved him, so maybe there's something to see here."
Hmmmm, Daniel
For the longest time the only thing on my tv set was Stargate SG-1. I own the first nine seasons on DVD and watch them repeatedly, eagerly awaiting the remainder of the tenth and final season. Sadly, in their infinite wisdom, The Powers That Be have seen fit to cancel the best show on television (don't believe everything you hear, Battlestar Galactica doesn't even come close). Nonetheless, I love Michael Shanks and Daniel Jackson (hmmmm, double your pleasure, I always say) and look forward to the two straight-to-DVD Stargate SG-1 movies. I continue to follow Michael's career closely, eagerly waiting for the next appearance of Our Beloved, and continue to read and write Stargate fanfiction. |
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I
was born when Ike was President. I graduated high school when Michael
Shanks was still in his mother's womb. I think I've written stories
of one kind or another all of my life, but my serious foray into fiction
came in 1987. While recovering from surgery for an injured left hand (thank
goodness, I'm right handed), I read a couple of books. One by John Mortimor,
Paradise Postponed, was fabulous. The other was by a leading gothic
mystery writer who shall remain nameless. I don't even remember the name
of the book, but it was terrible. And I remember being very disappointed
because I had read all of this author's previous works and had loved them
all. 
I
had seen Stargate The Movie when it was aired on cable. I must have seen
a couple of episodes of Stargate SG-1 on Showtime because when
I saw Children of the Gods on DVD, it looked really familiar. I
began watching in earnest in February 2003 while sick with bronchitis
which developed into bronchial pneumonia in March. For eight weeks I could
do very little more than drag myself to work and at the end of the day
plant myself in front of the tv set with the remote in my hand, clicking
through the stations for something -- ANYTHING -- to relieve my discomfort
and boredom.
And
then that cute kid Daniel Jackson with the long hair and glasses
who was -- Holy Hannah -- an archaeologist (which is what I wanna be when
I grow up) appeared on the screen with his wondrous blue eyes and innocent
smile, and I was hooked.