A cycle that started with an ending, now ends with a beginning. · 11:19pm Oct 28th, 2017
In the first of half of 2014, before I’d even written a single word for this website, I would spend endless hours forming ideas in my head. I’d just transitioned from the Homestuck fandom, and I was finding myself very invested in the dynamic between, well, you know who.
So, living in France and trying to keep myself occupied when school was done and friends were not there, I came up with two ideas.
A story of how a relationship started — Last Train Home, which would be written in 2015, then unceremoniously canceled.
And a story of how a relationship ended — Injuring Eternity, which would go on to be published and finished a few months after its conception.
I guess it’s poetic in some forced poetic way that my first story on fimfiction was the story of a relationship ending. I’ve had people comment to me that it’s curious how almost my canon-verse stories all take place in an already on-going relationship. That’s mostly because I saw no need to write a get-together story. Everyone does it, and then they get together, and the fic ends.
And more than that, there was only ever one get-together story I could ever see for them. My very first attempt at one died out and now remains canceled and unsubmitted, and then my first attempt at Last Train itself was canceled and unsubmitted. Another canceled story to go onto the dozens of unfinished stories littered across fimfiction.
But it never left me, because it felt like a cycle had been left open. Injuring Eternity had started it, and in some silly spiritual way, the fact that Last Train Home (or Last Call, as it used to be named) never reached completion always weighed me down. It was a story that, when and if I leave the fandom, would always represent a failure. Not just towards the readers who enjoyed it, but towards the joy and spirit I held in 2014.
Injuring Eternity was written with no pressure and no other purpose but to write a story that was enjoyed by whoever wished to enjoy it.
I lost that spirit for the longest time, which I think is why I left Last Train unfinished. Because to finish the story with motives other than simply doing it for the fun of it was to be disrespectful towards the cycle IE had started.
So, I let it go, forgot it until I felt I could be in that state again and, well, here we are.
Last Train Home doesn’t presume to be a get-together story, even the characters know that. There is no passion for me in writing a story where we all know how it’s going to end. It is much more fitting, and a much nicer end for a 4 year old cycle, if it’s a story about a relationship.
Essentially, I am not interested in the destination, I am interested in the journey.
At the end of the day, every train goes somewhere. At the end of the day, we all go home.
But home doesn’t necessarily have to be a place.
It can simply be someone else.
- Mono
Wow... Just, wow. That was so eloquently said and it really struck home... In a world so focused with time and money it's difficult to remember to enjoy each moment as it passes you, no matter where you end up. You're a breath of fresh air, Mono. :) Thank you for your wonderful stories and perspective.
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Dis is cute.
Ponez is cute.
Mono, you made me like fluff romance, and I hate you for that. Also, you made me like fluff romance, so I love you for that. I hatlove you
Is there some word for that?
Like, wanting to kick someone but not really?
YOU LEFT ME SPEECHLESS WITHOUT EVEN TRYING ACTIVELY TO DO IT!!
(also I never got to thank u for the gif in my account blog, I was too surprised you noticed me)
Never stop writing sappy stuff. It's my main source of sugar, along with cake,
Why is everything you write beautiful and heartfelt? ’Cause that’s a real pretty way of putting it.
Gonna catch up on your older stories when I have a chance.
Family is home.
Friends are home.
Friendship is magic.
Magic is that which cannot be explained perfectly.
How fitting, then, that home means so very much, yet cannot be described perfectly.
To describe it succinctly, though?
Home is where the heart is.
Asgard isn't a place.