Fic coming soon, but first this message-- coming into the home stretch here,my little boys will be leaving me soon. *sob*
So, this story,want to know how it came about? Like to hear it? Here it is!*G*
Long time ago, I had a dream that Clark was a Russian Army officer, and not a nice person. In my dream he raped someone--(off stage, my dreams are modest affairs.) THe scene changed and he was in a war room with other officers and Lex was standing in the back of the room, watching Clark-- and I woke up. In the dream, they wore WWII uniforms, but one of the other men in the room was Lenin. *shrugs* I know-- weird right?
I let it sit, even though it didn't leave me alone for a long time and then one day at Targehell, I'm folding t-shirts and that scene with Alexei and the bitch and Kirill just popped into my head whole. Bam. Just like that, and I knew what time period to use and it rolled. I would have loved to do WWII but I didn't think I had the skills to do it. I think I 'm getting there , though, I really do, and that's so exciting for me!
My whole life, I've wanted to write, to tell a story. That's why I drew, because I had no words. I'm happy that I have them now, and you know what's the absolutely coolest thing in the world? Some one else want's to hear them too!
Okay, let me stop before I make my self whorf with the happy-good feelings here.
*pssst, drop by later, I want to hug each and every one of you and thank you for reading-- applies lipbalm and Cool Water*
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