I’m going to take this interlude as a chance to write far too much, and just praise you in general. Sorry for spamming your reviews, but here we go…. Bear in mind these are random thoughts that occur to me right now.
God, you have a lovely vocabulary. Your descriptions are incredible, detailed and complex- that’s not a style for everyone perhaps, but it’s a style I’ve personally grown up appreciating (living in a family of writers/authors/novelists, how could I not?), and it’s what makes your style so beautiful.
And It’s beautiful; truly, all of it, and it helps how personal a connection I have with this story- the ‘issues’, the pain. What better story for a depressed teenager to read?
It hurts, and that helps. Honestly, I want this story to never end, but whatever you write, I’ll be following you. I expect to be reading your first novel within the next four years, and feeling proud, knowing that I was reading and reviewing the author when she was only 16 years old (and I 15!)
I can bury myself in a sea of writers, from Kerouac, Updike, Austen, Bronte, Hardy, Salinger, Fitzgerald, Tolstoy, Hemingway, to poets like Auden, Larkin. I could go on through thousands of writer, but it’s you I’m coming back to. Massive writer crush here.
The fact that this is (technically) ff is interesting- I’ve heard people say they think it’s the easy way out, as your characters are already formed, fully fledged with personalities the reader can easily visualize.
To apply that statement to your work is ludicrous. I’ve never seen anyone make two characters more their own. They breathe spirit and I have the strongest emotional connection to them, which you’ve created through tireless effort. I visualize them, hear their voices clearly, and that is completely without reference to the real people.
Congrats, Lucy, you’re a writer, and a damn good one. Hell, I want a book of your poetry alone- that stuff’s amazing by the way.
I’ve shed quite a few tears over this work, something I am usually loathe to do but you make me break inside, and then carefully re-stitch the pieces.
Here are a few personal facts: I haven’t written a thing (aside from school papers) in over three years. That’s quite a hefty statement, especially to make here. There are dumb, painful, personal reasons or that, and so I’ve buried myself into my art (something I intent to make a career out of), but writing’s in my blood. I’m a broken writer, at a loss, with nothing to say. That’s painful- fuck what isn’t with depression and anxiety- but that’s beside the point.
The point, I suppose, is that I’m inspired. I have nothing yet to write- my voice has been taken away- but you make me want to snatch it back. That’s an achievement, Lucy, because not even music, friends, family, can help me here.
But you have, and for that I wanted to thank you. Thank you so much, for writing beautiful, painful, deadly words, that others might dismiss as the angsty ramblings of a teenager. I know better. You are not only inspirational, you are motivational. You are doing it, you can do it, and therefore who am I to give up? You are talented, a phenomenal writer, and you give my emotions a real work out every time a read anything you’ve written.
I followed your tumblr (mine is a hidden collection of band photos that I've kept well away from my family) and if your ask box was open, I’d flood it. You’re interesting as a person, not just a writer.
This, I’m sure, is a complete wreck of a review, rambling and insane, but I am both rambling and insane, and I’m typing this art 3 I the morning ( I’ll post it tomorrow when I have internet connection).
As for this latest instalment, all I can say is ahhhhhh. Wailing ensued here, because how sweet is Mikey, how understanding, and how broken is frank. It hurts to read, as he lets out his pain, and ends up only hurting himself in the process. It is AMAZING. Dying a little waiting for the next chapter, but take your time. This story means so much to me, and I’ll never stop coming back to it, re-reading endlessly. You may finish it, but I’ll never let it die.
Stay strong, keep writing, and keep living. You have so much to offer.
xoxo
p.s I'm so excited for the next chapter!!