I can't believe this site's been around for 14 years. Happy Birthday Deviant Art!
I arrived here back in 2009. Oh Lord...
Most of the art I had on here had to do with the story and characters that were involved. Yes now that I look back on it, some of it was pretty scary. But anatomy mistakes aside, you all came to know my boys, Martin and Tymr. I have had the great fortune of commissioning some wonderful artists who have learned their story and who have always taken such great care of them as they would their own characters.
But "Of Lies and Legacies" was a written work when all was said and done and I started posting chapters. I became involved in some great lit groups. Even though this isn't the place for literature to thrive, there were a dedicated few who carried on, gave critiques and helped me along. I met some wonderful writers,published and still in the process, who are inspiring and giving people.
Through journals I've had eyes and ears across the country that have comforted,advised and inspired me. The Internet is truly a wonderful thing, and those who are near my generation appreciate it all the more when things like this SIMPLY DID NOT EXIST! Share your ideas with someone in say, Poland or Germany???? Unheard of back in the 1980's!!!
A site like this was simply a dream. Now look what we can do. It's amazing.
My story almost never saw the light of day and I was terrified about what people would think. After much encouragment by a dear family friend, I got it out there. To all of you. And not only have you helped me, you encouraged me and gave me the courage to continue. And holy man...some of you actually LIKED it!
Imagine not having DA in your life guys...just for a second. Through this place we've all found each other. Forget the drama, the trolls and all the bad stuff for a minute. We found an audience...people who think like we do. And isn't that an incredible thing?
As I got into the anime conventions, I began to sew. And that meant I met artists of a different type. Talented sewers,crafters and miniaturists. Their talent blew me away. And they selflessly gave through their tutorials. That was when I really understood that I'm a maker at heart. I love making cute things. And I found others who feel the same way, and those who like my stuff enough to buy. Who would have thought that childhood doodles translated into plushie food would and could ever be sold to people around the world?
There is a remarkable feeling about belonging somewhere. Where everything clicks. Vismaya
: When we were here before, you said you were looking for a place to belong. Did you ever find it?Martin
: Yes. It took some time, but I did.
And here I am. Where I belong. With so many creative souls, it just makes me so happy to call this place my creative home.
Below are just a handful of people who have continued to inspire and support me throughout this lovely place. I cannot possibly list everyone, but I am always so humbled by people liking what I do and helping me along, in whatever way.
So here's to a decade or two more. Cheers!
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Doing Your ResearchOne of the things that distinguishes a coherent story and world from one that doesn't look believable is knowing the character of the world you're creating. One of the over-simplified, overused rules of writing is "Write What You Know." But it's valuable this far: If you aren't able to be THE authority on what your world is like, then it's going to show in the plot holes you leave behind.
If the setting is Renaissance, and everyone is using "OK." or cursing like people in the last 50 years have, then you're creating cognitive dissonance. Your audience isn't going to be where you think they are. If you have a desert set right next to that polar region, you have some REAL explaining to do. OH, and if you write a Classic High Fantasy, and your hero is a tolerance-loving agnostic who has to be convinced by reason despite the fact everyone around him uses magic, you MIGHT be interpreting modern sensibilities into your story. Generally a bad idea.
So to that end, research. What kind of se
Peanuts and Chocolate: The Haanta Series
Rautu could rejoice in the failure of the fruit and vegetable crops. He was all private elation at the idea of being made to eat nothing but meat and baked goods every day. While everyone around the keep was grave and conferring and pondering, he was prancing along the battlements in high glee, deciding which of the wild beasts and foul would do for his dinner that evening. He might be prevailed upon to hunt enough to feed the entire keep. He began forming a schedule in his mind as he sulked down the stairs to the training yard: Gods Day could be pheasants, the next could be smoked meats, and the next could be brined slices, and the next could roasted boar, and the next could be marinated steaks of various elk, and the next could be baized lamb, and the last might be eggs or turkey merely to give him mate one day of reprieve from her duties at spicing. He saw this impending famine as no famine at all, for Frewyn could do very well without such odious articles as fruits and vegetables.
Making My Mark- Part 1The Voyage
The year is 1847. My husband, Brian, and I are aboard The Crosshare sailing to Canada in hopes to rebuild our lives destroyed by the great famine sweeping Ireland, the land of our birth. We didn't know what to expect on the voyage, and nothing could prepare us for the trial we were to encounter. It was five weeks into our journey, and Brian had become stricken with Typhus, a disease that claimed many of the lives on board.
"Eileen." I looked up. Brian tried to reach out to me from the sagging bunk where he lay. His face was drawn, and sweat beaded his forehead. "Water," he rasped, and his speech was interrupted by harsh coughs.
I swallowed back tears of pity for my poor husband, "There is no clean water I can give you," I replied, "It will only make you more ill."
"Anything!" Brian pleaded hoarsely, attempting to grab my hand, "Anything, please!"
"Try to sleep," I said, pulling my trembling hand away,
Brian made a choking sound, and let his arm fall back upon the bed covers