8th February, 2002
something's got a hold on you
and it's pushing me aside
see it stretch on forever
and I know I'm right for the first time in my life
that's why I tell you
you'd better be home soon
What can I say?
A long time ago, on a Tuesday, I was walking down a hill from school to the highway so I could catch a bus home. It was early afternoon, and a tune by The Corrs when they still sounded Irish had been stuck in my head all day. Walking past a small boat salesyard, it struck me to write this, my attempt at amalgamating several Welsh legends and transforming them into a hanfic.
I should have known the day I worked out 'Thunder' would be 120 chapters long that it would never be finished. Unlike 'The Wall', I never really knew where 'Thunder' was going – it only ever had a skeleton outline of the four 30-chapter sections, and I readily admit, the whole purpose for me was to bring Rhiannon back.
It breaks my heart to let this story go, because it's been with me so long, is so close to my heart, and has always been great fun to write. I guess I should be asking myself, if I love it so much and it's a joy writing, why am I archiving it? Two reasons – length, and age. Those who've been with me from the beginning will know, 'Thunder' has been through several revisions, simply because I can't write as fast as Ike, Tay and Zac are growing up. Their characterisations here, and their roles in the whole epic were built around the people I saw them as three years ago. It's fairly obvious those won't work now, and to revise again would mean basically rewriting the entire story, which I don't want to do. Yet if I kept going with it as orginally outlined, I know I won't be happy.
So I think it's best I keep 'Thunder' as it is, whilst I still like it. If I ever need a touch of nostaliga, it'll always be here. There may still be a chapter or two left in my pen, but I'm not getting my hopes up.
This story is old, it's time I left it to its rest.
diolch yn fawr,
Lauryn
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A long time ago, on a Tuesday, I was walking down a hill from school to the highway so I could catch a bus home. It was early afternoon, and a tune by The Corrs when they still sounded Irish had been stuck in my head all day. Walking past a small boat salesyard, it struck me to write this, my attempt at amalgamating several Welsh legends and transforming them into a hanfic.
I should have known the day I worked out 'Thunder' would be 120 chapters long that it would never be finished. Unlike 'The Wall', I never really knew where 'Thunder' was going – it only ever had a skeleton outline of the four 30-chapter sections, and I readily admit, the whole purpose for me was to bring Rhiannon back.
It breaks my heart to let this story go, because it's been with me so long, is so close to my heart, and has always been great fun to write. I guess I should be asking myself, if I love it so much and it's a joy writing, why am I archiving it? Two reasons – length, and age. Those who've been with me from the beginning will know, 'Thunder' has been through several revisions, simply because I can't write as fast as Ike, Tay and Zac are growing up. Their characterisations here, and their roles in the whole epic were built around the people I saw them as three years ago. It's fairly obvious those won't work now, and to revise again would mean basically rewriting the entire story, which I don't want to do. Yet if I kept going with it as orginally outlined, I know I won't be happy.
So I think it's best I keep 'Thunder' as it is, whilst I still like it. If I ever need a touch of nostaliga, it'll always be here. There may still be a chapter or two left in my pen, but I'm not getting my hopes up.
This story is old, it's time I left it to its rest.
diolch yn fawr,
Lauryn
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