Note

Seven years ago, I came up with DM. Two weeks later, the story was fairly done, neatly organized and shiny and new, to boot. And then I found plot holes.

I spent the time between then and now working and reworking everything, saying "Oh, yeah...I'll do this thing...someday." Every day. Every month. Every year. The conclusion I've come to accept is that this story is not perfect, but it won't progress unless I actively try. Bit by bit. A step at a time.

So a word to all you people thinking about doing stories. I don't care what, or how, or why. If you have something, then start it now. So what, if it's not perfect? It'll never begin, if you sit around thinking about somedays. Do something. If it never begins, then it'll never be told, or remembered, or passed along. You might not get it right the first time, but it counts that you're trying. You're learning.

I'm writing this to the lazy bums out there. Sometimes you need a reminder why you keep going, when nobody's watching, and nobody's praising you for it. I write because there are words I want to say. Stories I want to tell.

Make it something you love. Make it something that inspires you and makes you proud. Do it for yourself, and you won't be sorry.

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The Story
Sutayama Arc's got no direction in life. There's nothing in particular he wants to do; no hopes or dreams. And that doesn't bother him too much. He lives his days like any high school kid.

But every night, he dreams about the life of another self...another life very different from his own. He doesn't know the place. He doesn't know the eerily beautiful youth of his dreams. But something tells him he should find out.

This is the story of discovering something precious, of becoming oneself, of finding a place to go, and belong. This is a story of trust, of friendship, of hope, of home.

The Title
...came partially from the piece by Saint-Saens. It also sounds very cool...er...is relevant to the story...er....It'll fit in, somehow. ...Look, it had some relevance in the beginning. It just...

The Names of People and Things
...Kind of grew on me for years. If they seem lame to you, I'M NOT CHANGING IT. >=0

The Method
I currently use pencils, inking pens, and a nice painter program called OpenCanvas. I also got a Wacom tablet. And Photoshop for text, if that counts.

Questions? Ask away!

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