TBOA: NOTES
These are my COPIOUS NOTES AND THANKYOUS
A/N: MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD - REDACTED FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE/AMUSEMENT, HIGHLIGHT TO READ.
NOTES ABOUT CONTENT:
I am just an art student. I have not actually gone through the experience of putting up a show (and probably won’t because I am not a painter or sculptor or whatever) but this fic is not an accurate representation of how a gallery or even how art culture works. It is merely convenient for the purposes of telling this story. If you are trying to produce a show DO NOT use this fic as an example of how it should all work. It is fictional and I repeat: HIGHLY INACCURATE
Another thing that is highly inaccurate is the hospital scenes and the poisoning. The only time I’ve ever been in a hospital was when I was coming out of another human being. So, to all those doctors and nurses and medical staff out there reading and scoffing at me, I’m sorry, I watch too much Grey’s Anatomy.
Southern Ice is a real clay body. It is beautiful but very cantankerous and hard to work with if you don’t know how to throw and fire it. I thought it fit Bones’ character very very well.
The Fire House is IMAGINARY and occasionally it defies the laws of physics. Don’t go looking for it if you go to San Francisco. The Kobayashi Maru Gallery is also imaginary… it’s not even based on anything at all.
Isaac Mendez is borrowed wholly without permission from the late NBC television show Heroes. I don’t own him or any of his paintings. Is this fic therefore classified as a cross over? Sure, if you want it to be, but I’m not about to go writing the ties Pike has to Linderman. (Does that mean Spock and Sylar could be twins and Uhura might be the luckiest woman in the world? Yes.)
The FBI Art Crime Team is a real division of the FBI, you can view their home page Here. They do go undercover to do investigations and to try and retrieve lost/stolen pieces of art.
Fun Fact: This fic is very large, and Kirk/McCoy centric and yet they never kiss and only hug maybe twice.
On that note, I’m sorry there isn’t more porn involving clay and paint. Maybe one day.
THANK YOUS:
Wyntreauroa: WHAT CAN I SAY TO YOU? Without you there definitely wouldn’t be a fic to read, there would be perhaps a sad pile of words pretending to be one of my half cocked ideas stuffed in my fic closet. You soothed all my ruffled feathers about this fic, and pointed out when I was letting Jim become too much a timid clone of myself, you made me a mix, you kicked my ass about getting things written, AND YOU STILL COME BACK TO FIX MORE OF MY HORRIBLE PUNCTUATION. ILU BB THANK YOU.
Laughinggas13: This process and fic wouldn’t have been nearly what it turned out to be without you, strangely enough. You were an awesome sounding board, and always excited even when my ideas sounded CRAZY in the beginning, Chekov? FBI? What?
Dizilla and Shadow_Club: Thank you both so much for gambling with my HORRIBLE summary and sticking it out even when you had other fics to be mixed and created, through sickness and major computer failure, you're both heroes.
Friends: Hello, random miscellaneous people I have consulted about my fic, from LJ friends who helped with my ending dilemmas, to the first person to sit down with the fic and read it start to finish non stop in 5 hours, you are all SO VERY APPRECIATED. All your patience with me has done nothing but make this fic possible to be read today.
PS MY FRIEND MADE ME THIS BLUEPRINT OF THE FIRE HOUSE SHE'S AWESOME:
Google: for the countless searches I did in the process of making this story, and mostly for giving me a step by step guide when I Googled “How to write a murder mystery”
Wikipedia: for providing countless hours of fascination and amusement while I was researching Spock’s jokes and comebacks.
My Brain: For having the balls, or perhaps insanity, to think I could write a murder mystery. I mean, what even.
MASTER POST
A/N: MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD - REDACTED FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE/AMUSEMENT, HIGHLIGHT TO READ.
NOTES ABOUT CONTENT:
I am just an art student. I have not actually gone through the experience of putting up a show (and probably won’t because I am not a painter or sculptor or whatever) but this fic is not an accurate representation of how a gallery or even how art culture works. It is merely convenient for the purposes of telling this story. If you are trying to produce a show DO NOT use this fic as an example of how it should all work. It is fictional and I repeat: HIGHLY INACCURATE
Another thing that is highly inaccurate is the hospital scenes and the poisoning. The only time I’ve ever been in a hospital was when I was coming out of another human being. So, to all those doctors and nurses and medical staff out there reading and scoffing at me, I’m sorry, I watch too much Grey’s Anatomy.
Southern Ice is a real clay body. It is beautiful but very cantankerous and hard to work with if you don’t know how to throw and fire it. I thought it fit Bones’ character very very well.
The Fire House is IMAGINARY and occasionally it defies the laws of physics. Don’t go looking for it if you go to San Francisco. The Kobayashi Maru Gallery is also imaginary… it’s not even based on anything at all.
Isaac Mendez is borrowed wholly without permission from the late NBC television show Heroes. I don’t own him or any of his paintings. Is this fic therefore classified as a cross over? Sure, if you want it to be, but I’m not about to go writing the ties Pike has to Linderman. (Does that mean Spock and Sylar could be twins and Uhura might be the luckiest woman in the world? Yes.)
The FBI Art Crime Team is a real division of the FBI, you can view their home page Here. They do go undercover to do investigations and to try and retrieve lost/stolen pieces of art.
Fun Fact: This fic is very large, and Kirk/McCoy centric and yet they never kiss and only hug maybe twice.
On that note, I’m sorry there isn’t more porn involving clay and paint. Maybe one day.
THANK YOUS:
Wyntreauroa: WHAT CAN I SAY TO YOU? Without you there definitely wouldn’t be a fic to read, there would be perhaps a sad pile of words pretending to be one of my half cocked ideas stuffed in my fic closet. You soothed all my ruffled feathers about this fic, and pointed out when I was letting Jim become too much a timid clone of myself, you made me a mix, you kicked my ass about getting things written, AND YOU STILL COME BACK TO FIX MORE OF MY HORRIBLE PUNCTUATION. ILU BB THANK YOU.
Laughinggas13: This process and fic wouldn’t have been nearly what it turned out to be without you, strangely enough. You were an awesome sounding board, and always excited even when my ideas sounded CRAZY in the beginning, Chekov? FBI? What?
Dizilla and Shadow_Club: Thank you both so much for gambling with my HORRIBLE summary and sticking it out even when you had other fics to be mixed and created, through sickness and major computer failure, you're both heroes.
Friends: Hello, random miscellaneous people I have consulted about my fic, from LJ friends who helped with my ending dilemmas, to the first person to sit down with the fic and read it start to finish non stop in 5 hours, you are all SO VERY APPRECIATED. All your patience with me has done nothing but make this fic possible to be read today.
PS MY FRIEND MADE ME THIS BLUEPRINT OF THE FIRE HOUSE SHE'S AWESOME:
Google: for the countless searches I did in the process of making this story, and mostly for giving me a step by step guide when I Googled “How to write a murder mystery”
Wikipedia: for providing countless hours of fascination and amusement while I was researching Spock’s jokes and comebacks.
My Brain: For having the balls, or perhaps insanity, to think I could write a murder mystery. I mean, what even.
MASTER POST