Aww, ain't they the cutest ever??? I Married an Angel, 1942.
Well, it looks like you found me. :-)
My name is Kathleen O'Hara, and no, I don't have a relative named Moonyean. (If you got that joke, you're in the right place.)
I've been an old movie nutcase freakshow connoisseur since about the time I started walking. In particular, I love Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy.
As an old movie connoisseur (is that what we agreed that I was?) who is also broke and 23, I have to find some way of making my obsession interest pay for itself. Mostly so I can keep buying old issues of Photoplay on eBay. And yes, I had to have those Jeanette paper dolls. And that picture of Kate Hepburn sitting in a trash can looking rather like an ass. Anyway, to make a long story short, in addition to my connoisseur-ing, I'm also a writer. And a theatre person, which means I have an over-active imagination. Which, naturally, led me to write stories about my favorite movie stars. Some call that fanfic. I think that's rather a dirty term. It conjures up images of creepy myspace types making really upsetting pairings of Harry Potter and High School Musical characters and then writing [bad] smut that is so littered with grammatical errors that you can't even get into it in an I'm-reading-dirty-fanfic kind of way. This is not that, so disabuse yourself of that notion ASAP. These are fiction...and I'm a fan...but the buck stops there.
What's here are short stories that hopefully depict what we all secretly wish was included Maytime or New Moon. Nelson and Jeanette in life apart from the camera--at the studio, at home, on the road. They're funny, they're poignant, they're romantic, they're sexy-----or at least I tried to make it so. And they all have happy endings. Who the heck wants to read depressing stuff? "Not I," said the chicken.
...What chicken?
Anyway, here is a Public Service Announcement to the Saints: There is nothing for you here, kids. Beat it. Or, ok, fine, don't beat it---but don't write me rude letters saying that you threw your money away, either. You've been warned.
...And for more about me and my fascinating existence, mosey on over to the "About Me" page.
