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[Author Notes]: Brown Coffee
13 years ago
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I decided that with each submission I'm going to be giving my author's notes on the story. Sofurry gets them, why can't you?
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It was a rainy day today and I really felt like I was in a recessive kind of mood all day. I tried to get stuff done but I just couldn’t escape my head. It seemed my body was completely complacent in just lying down, listening to the rain, and getting lost in meditative thoughts. An off day for sure. I guess everyone can have one every once and a while, I just always hate feeling like I’m being lazy.
To counteract this feeling of slothness, I felt like I had to encourage myself to write, just to do something, just to make sure that I did accomplish SOMETHING today. I’m actually happy I did this because after an extended bout of lying on my bed and thinking to the sound of the rain I was really given the chance to pull out something deep from within the boundaries of my mind. I had always felt challenged in writing something thematically concerned with ambiguous fleeting memory, and I think when I laid down, forced my mind away from everything else, that I was finally able to commit to the constructing this story from within the mentality of my own sheer void.
It was a good exercise for me. Often when I don’t write for the furry fandom I feel a stronger need to monitor my accessibility. What I mean, the more I write away from the fandom, the less experimentally inclined I feel. I think every artist has their sanctuary, and I’m starting to realize that furry is most certainly mine. It’s that age old expression of having a venue where you can truly be yourself. I mean I already have the surrealist edge of hybrid-human-animal sex, why not go with that avenue? It just scares me, the stigma behind our fandom would have a lot of people coughing “bullshit” on my attachment to the fandom in favour of the much more controversial story associated with the stigma of our fandom. But then again, it’s not like I’m overly exposed around here anyways! Haha.
Giving references out, the lyrics I used are pulled from Dinah Washington’s “What a Difference a Day Makes.” which helped me really get out of a snit on how I was going to start this piece (hence why I felt inclined to include her song). For images concerned with the story I used Nancy Standlee’s “Good Coffee” (2012), which is strange because I try to avoid using current artwork when I *ahem* steal images, but 1) I could not find the original 1900’s painting of coffee I had in mind and 2) when I saw the collage I thought it so wonderfully fit my story that the two become outstandingly complimentary. I mean cosmopolitan coffee shop and memory scraps....seems like what I just wrote now doesn’t it? Either way, I encourage you to check out the full piece because it is ABSOULETELY wonderful.
That’s all I have to say for now! Thanks for reading my written-in-a-day short. Please drop me a comment and show the love. If not, rate, stars, favourites, watches...donations? Any kind of love makes me a happy beaver! I’m going to lie in my bed and listen to...Erik Satie (I guess)...until I feel it appropriate enough for me to fall asleep.
Also if you want more...I’ve got other stories to you know!
<3
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It was a rainy day today and I really felt like I was in a recessive kind of mood all day. I tried to get stuff done but I just couldn’t escape my head. It seemed my body was completely complacent in just lying down, listening to the rain, and getting lost in meditative thoughts. An off day for sure. I guess everyone can have one every once and a while, I just always hate feeling like I’m being lazy.
To counteract this feeling of slothness, I felt like I had to encourage myself to write, just to do something, just to make sure that I did accomplish SOMETHING today. I’m actually happy I did this because after an extended bout of lying on my bed and thinking to the sound of the rain I was really given the chance to pull out something deep from within the boundaries of my mind. I had always felt challenged in writing something thematically concerned with ambiguous fleeting memory, and I think when I laid down, forced my mind away from everything else, that I was finally able to commit to the constructing this story from within the mentality of my own sheer void.
It was a good exercise for me. Often when I don’t write for the furry fandom I feel a stronger need to monitor my accessibility. What I mean, the more I write away from the fandom, the less experimentally inclined I feel. I think every artist has their sanctuary, and I’m starting to realize that furry is most certainly mine. It’s that age old expression of having a venue where you can truly be yourself. I mean I already have the surrealist edge of hybrid-human-animal sex, why not go with that avenue? It just scares me, the stigma behind our fandom would have a lot of people coughing “bullshit” on my attachment to the fandom in favour of the much more controversial story associated with the stigma of our fandom. But then again, it’s not like I’m overly exposed around here anyways! Haha.
Giving references out, the lyrics I used are pulled from Dinah Washington’s “What a Difference a Day Makes.” which helped me really get out of a snit on how I was going to start this piece (hence why I felt inclined to include her song). For images concerned with the story I used Nancy Standlee’s “Good Coffee” (2012), which is strange because I try to avoid using current artwork when I *ahem* steal images, but 1) I could not find the original 1900’s painting of coffee I had in mind and 2) when I saw the collage I thought it so wonderfully fit my story that the two become outstandingly complimentary. I mean cosmopolitan coffee shop and memory scraps....seems like what I just wrote now doesn’t it? Either way, I encourage you to check out the full piece because it is ABSOULETELY wonderful.
That’s all I have to say for now! Thanks for reading my written-in-a-day short. Please drop me a comment and show the love. If not, rate, stars, favourites, watches...donations? Any kind of love makes me a happy beaver! I’m going to lie in my bed and listen to...Erik Satie (I guess)...until I feel it appropriate enough for me to fall asleep.
Also if you want more...I’ve got other stories to you know!
