It still amazes me to think that I have finally completed a journey that has spanned the last five years (though progress had not always been consistent), culminating in the result of just over 140,000 words. After 666_blessings
has finished looking through the final chapter and zapping all the typos, I will post it on this lovely website most of us here frequent
, and change the status to complete. But of course, being the excruciatingly sentimental person that I am, I cannot simply walk away without another word. I am compelled to share my thoughts because, after all, this story has been close to my heart for so long.
Five years ago, when I was in Year 11, I sat down in Mr Brauner's Extension 1 English class and listened to him talk about the animal imagery used in Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew
. The dogs, the hunting, the taming, the falcons, the predators and the prey. He talked about how a nobleman at that time was judged by his collection of predatory birds, of how he established his power by being able to tame falcons and hawks. As Mr Brauner spoke, my mind, always on Sailormoon, wandered to a place where I've never quite been before. I saw glimpses of scenes: a burning village, a bitter woman, a powerful, manipulative prince. Up until then, I had written a handful of short Sailormoon stories that were mostly playful and fun, and never lasted more than 10,000 words. But this was different, this idea needed more because there was so much more to say.( Contains more about the little details of my life than you ever want to know. And a few spoilers.Collapse )( A note about the ending. Again, spoilers ahoy!Collapse )
On a final note, I would like to extend my thanks to all the people who have made this possible. Wendy, my beloved little sister, whose task of being my first reader also includes being spoilt as I ramble on about details of the story before they are properly formed. Alan, my editor and partner in all things insane, who took on the arduous task of picking up hundreds of typos and whose only reward for his efforts is a bag of
chocolate chip cookies. Jonathan, my first editor; Sid, provider of helpful insights and marvellous dinners; Mona, who has waited patiently as I worked on writing this story instead of her long-outstanding personalised porn. The genius of numerous writers who have influenced me and whose works to which I have alluded in the story: Shakespeare, Caedmon, Cleland, Richardson, Fielding, T. S. Eliot, Ian McEwan, Oscar Wilde, and Vienna Teng (who is a singer-songwriter, which makes her doubly awesome). And of course, to all the lovely readers and reviewers whose comments always leave me with a smile, or something new to think about. Thank you for taking this journey with me.