So it always happens to me: this sort of sad, empty-ish sort of feeling whenever I finish a story or project. Granted, I don’t really have that feeling so much when I finish a oneshot, but something a little longer, that takes some time and involvement? Sure … It always does.
Having just finished Purity 8: Vendetta (the final chapters will be posted in the next couple weeks), I was taking a moment to look back on the stories thus far, and I wonder, you know? How much of myself really does show in those? How much of myself have I given away? No, it doesn’t bother me; not so much, but it does make me wonder if anyone actually does quite understand exactly how much goes into the stories I write? Let’s put it this way: if you want someone to read something and get out of it even a portion of what you’re trying to convey, you have to put a hell of a lot of yourself into it, to start with.
So, you know.
Anyway, there were a few surprises for me along the way; things that weren’t there when the story was first planned out. Tanny wasn’t there. Really. She just sort of cropped up, and I loved her. She added about twenty extra chapters to the story, but that’s all right. I think, in hindsight, that the story just wasn’t one that was meant to be told in fifty chapters or less. It completely screwed up my own timeline, as far as what I wanted to do and have done this year, but that’s all right. I think the end result was worth it; at least, it was to me.
And now … off to torment Evan, and I have to say that it’s going to be so strange, getting to focus on him for awhile. He’s … well, he’s a lot of fun to write. He basically does whatever he pleases and says whatever he wants, so he’s a fun guy, right? Sure … let’s see if I can keep him on track, right? Riiiiiiiiiiiight …
Let’s have a moment of silence for Vendetta … I’ll miss that story a lot.