Notes, Acknowledgements and a Place You Can Comment.
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Notes: Okay, let me set you a little scene here. It’s chilly morning in February, the grass is freshly rained on, and the park that should be filled with the pattering feet of children is empty, save for a the lone woman sat on a swing, her eyes closed against the bright winter light. As she pushes herself up, higher and higher, she opens her eyes, and the dewed grass of the early morning shines out across her vision, like something ethereal and stunning.
Said woman stops the swing as quickly as she can, thoughts buzzing in her mind. She opens her notebook, pouring out a description of something she wishes she could do, but is unable to, because of circumstances beyond her control.
And thus, Away From Here was born, brought to life with numbing fingers and even number toes in February.
I never expected it to end up like this, honest to god I didn’t, but in a way I’m so glad it did.
Away From Here means a lot to me, it’s sort of look back at myself, and in a way a look at everyone. In my mind it encompasses the things we wished we could do, and at the same time, the things we wished we hadn’t done, it’s a story of love and the fear of things new, as well as dreams and how those dreams can shatter just like bone; fragile, leaving you immobile and lost in your own skin.
Anyway, I’m getting much to dramatic for my own good. I’m not going to lie and say that it was an easy piece to write, because there were times where I really did think about giving up with it, but I didn’t, and now it’s the first piece of lengthy fiction that I’ve ever finished, and I am so proud to be sharing it with you all.
Acknowledgements: Oh gosh, this is where I start getting really sappy. First of all, the biggest thanks to bassair , who is absolutely beautiful from the inside out and I have no idea what I would do without her. She sits there patiently while I rant, smiling and nodding even when I start screaming, giving the occasional helpful suggestion, but mostly she just acts like the best soundboard a girl could ever have. Then, after all the abuse I put her through, and even though she has one hundred other things to do, she goes through everything, and fixes all my stupid grammatical mistakes and tells me which bits make absolutely no sense, and she never complains. She is truly a star, and I have no idea what I would do without her.
A massive thank you as well to my best friend Frances, who although she probably won’t ever read this, is one of the main reasons that this universe exists, and is the reason that Whiz has optical implants. To be honest, most of the universe would never have existed without her, and I owe her a huge amount.
Last, but in no means least, are my fabulous artists, bassair (of course), shan_3414 and bofish, who were the most patient, supportive artists I could possibly ask for. They didn’t get upset when I didn’t finish immediately, and they were so complimentary of the finished piece, not to mention the fact that their art work is all so absolutely stunning I have no words to describe it. I couldn’t pick a favourite piece even if I tried, it’s so beautiful, I couldn’t ask for better art work for this piece.
bassair ’s art can be found here
shan_3414 here
And bofish ’s here Please comment and show your support!
Feedback: Last but not least, thank you all for getting this far! If you want to drop me a comment, please feel free, (make sure you comment on the artists too!) if you have any creative criticism I’m all for that too, I’d love to know what you thought of it all!
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Notes: Okay, let me set you a little scene here. It’s chilly morning in February, the grass is freshly rained on, and the park that should be filled with the pattering feet of children is empty, save for a the lone woman sat on a swing, her eyes closed against the bright winter light. As she pushes herself up, higher and higher, she opens her eyes, and the dewed grass of the early morning shines out across her vision, like something ethereal and stunning.
Said woman stops the swing as quickly as she can, thoughts buzzing in her mind. She opens her notebook, pouring out a description of something she wishes she could do, but is unable to, because of circumstances beyond her control.
And thus, Away From Here was born, brought to life with numbing fingers and even number toes in February.
I never expected it to end up like this, honest to god I didn’t, but in a way I’m so glad it did.
Away From Here means a lot to me, it’s sort of look back at myself, and in a way a look at everyone. In my mind it encompasses the things we wished we could do, and at the same time, the things we wished we hadn’t done, it’s a story of love and the fear of things new, as well as dreams and how those dreams can shatter just like bone; fragile, leaving you immobile and lost in your own skin.
Anyway, I’m getting much to dramatic for my own good. I’m not going to lie and say that it was an easy piece to write, because there were times where I really did think about giving up with it, but I didn’t, and now it’s the first piece of lengthy fiction that I’ve ever finished, and I am so proud to be sharing it with you all.
Acknowledgements: Oh gosh, this is where I start getting really sappy. First of all, the biggest thanks to bassair , who is absolutely beautiful from the inside out and I have no idea what I would do without her. She sits there patiently while I rant, smiling and nodding even when I start screaming, giving the occasional helpful suggestion, but mostly she just acts like the best soundboard a girl could ever have. Then, after all the abuse I put her through, and even though she has one hundred other things to do, she goes through everything, and fixes all my stupid grammatical mistakes and tells me which bits make absolutely no sense, and she never complains. She is truly a star, and I have no idea what I would do without her.
A massive thank you as well to my best friend Frances, who although she probably won’t ever read this, is one of the main reasons that this universe exists, and is the reason that Whiz has optical implants. To be honest, most of the universe would never have existed without her, and I owe her a huge amount.
Last, but in no means least, are my fabulous artists, bassair (of course), shan_3414 and bofish, who were the most patient, supportive artists I could possibly ask for. They didn’t get upset when I didn’t finish immediately, and they were so complimentary of the finished piece, not to mention the fact that their art work is all so absolutely stunning I have no words to describe it. I couldn’t pick a favourite piece even if I tried, it’s so beautiful, I couldn’t ask for better art work for this piece.
bassair ’s art can be found here
shan_3414 here
And bofish ’s here Please comment and show your support!
Feedback: Last but not least, thank you all for getting this far! If you want to drop me a comment, please feel free, (make sure you comment on the artists too!) if you have any creative criticism I’m all for that too, I’d love to know what you thought of it all!