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fredbassettOk, guys, I've just done a weird thing, so please feel free to ignore me! I've just posted the first chapter of some original fic that I've been playing with for quite a while. See behind this cut for explanation. If any of you do have the patience to read and comment, I'd be delighted to hear from you. Please feel free to criticise. I'm not sensitive!!
In the background are two whole books, which I don't intend to post here, for reasons of length etc. But the current work, one of a couple of the go at the moment, is a sort of stand-alone prequel. I'm posting here so that Grondfic, who has been kind enough to read and comment on the previous works, can see the progress of a character she encouraged me to write. Also a couple of non-LJ using friends intend to pop over here and read, and this is easier than emailing it out every time.
All you need for background, is the first verse of a poem by William Allingham, called The Fairies. My Dad used to read it to me as a kid, and it lingered forever in the back of my mind.
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rush glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather.
Only in my world, they're not so little, and at times, not so good!
I'll identify further chapters in the same way, so apologies for filling up your f-lists with this stuff, but at least the headings will enable you to ignore it easily enough, I hope.
In the background are two whole books, which I don't intend to post here, for reasons of length etc. But the current work, one of a couple of the go at the moment, is a sort of stand-alone prequel. I'm posting here so that Grondfic, who has been kind enough to read and comment on the previous works, can see the progress of a character she encouraged me to write. Also a couple of non-LJ using friends intend to pop over here and read, and this is easier than emailing it out every time.
All you need for background, is the first verse of a poem by William Allingham, called The Fairies. My Dad used to read it to me as a kid, and it lingered forever in the back of my mind.
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rush glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather.
Only in my world, they're not so little, and at times, not so good!
I'll identify further chapters in the same way, so apologies for filling up your f-lists with this stuff, but at least the headings will enable you to ignore it easily enough, I hope.
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Date: 2007-06-24 05:29 pm (UTC)