ooops

i really appologize that my story has offended or hurt or did something to make any of you angry, as i recently discovered. it wasn't meant to...it was a simple faerie tale i have been dreaming up for quite some time, and i really didn't think i was hurting anyone by writing it, but i wasn't really happy with the way it was turning out anyway. so i'm keeping it, and i may at some point finish it, but i will not trouble those who are maimed by my words any longer. it's so funny...how writers start having to walk on eggshells as soon as they begin to brush the real world...i guess i never thought anything i had to say would ever hurt anyone. but i am very, very sorry. it's gone. poof. disappeared. go bye bye. *image of alice stuffing words down a drainpipe with a really big plunger* i know some of you know me not at all, and it is wrong for me to do anything or assume anything about those people i do not know, but it was only a story... a story and nothing else...something i thought of based on a dream i had a
bout tam's brother many months ago, that i was some sort of selkie and his parents had betrothed me to him though i had met tam and wanted to be with him, instead...it was rather a silly dream, actually... but it kept developing from there...and over spring break, talking with tam, i got the idea for the main guy in my story to have this happy, content life, except for the love of the sea, and therefore a love of dreaming, when this mysterious girl appears froma ghostly lighthouse and enchants his children and him with her stories and magic, but nothing more. she is betrothed to his brother, but before they are married hard times hit the village and the young men must go elsewhere to find some way to support their families. by doing this, however, david goes back to the sea and finally sets sail on a ship as he had always dreamed. though this is a magical gift from rhiannon, she warns him not to hunt the seals as he has planned to do in order to get more money for his family. thinking this a silly request, a
nd seeing no alternative, he ignores the plea and continues on his journey anyway. then, when he comes across his first seal, with a heavy heart he takes his club and smashes it in the head, and there is the petrifying scream. taking out his hunting knife to carve off the pelt, he cuts off the skin only to find the bloody mangled body of rhiannon underneath. with her last breath, she tells him to take her son back to the village and look after him, the son which is the product of one reckless night in the lighthouse between the two dreamers. so he takes the seal-boy back with him, knowing rhiannon is only as far away as dylan is, the young child with her dark hair and his strange, changing eyes. and this last part, especially--most of this just jumped into my head as stories often do. and i am sorry if i chose to model certain characters after people i knew little or nothing about...that was wrong of me. i should know by now that using real people in stories is always dangerous, and imaginary people always w
ork the best... and even though my intentions with this story at first were very much modeled on the "drama" that was around me, i must confess that at the point i started writing it, most of that was gone and though these characters were based on people i knew/heard about, they were really meant to be nothing like the person at all. when i begin to base a character on a person, they usually end up little like that person really is at all. (for example, in my book, i made my mother the ring master, who is male, manic depressive, and ends up going mad and wandering around as a drunk on the streets when the carnival ends...and my brother, i turned him into a black parrot who thinks he's a crow...) in this story, i made myself a very mature, witty young woman who had all the answers, which everyone who knows anything about me knows is absolutely not true at all--i'm just a confused little girl with silly eyes and goofy hair that likes to blow bubbles... and i like it that way, and i wouldn't change it for the w
orld. but i can be, i don't know, inventive in my stories...i can make myself whoever i want to be, and that's the beauty of writing, after all...all of these people exist inside of me, somewhere, these traits i amplify...it just makes more sense to put them in character form. but i should stick to what i know and not go meandering in the lives of others and again, i'm sorry...so it's gone, it shall trouble you no more. 

and i'm gonna stop writing things that piss people off if it kills me! 

(and of course, the best part is, everyone knows now how it ends...)