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Lynn Warning & Contents |
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If this was all that you wanted to know then... More information of a more useless kind now follows ^^
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Background and General Information |
I thank Blue of MAS-Zine for publishing my story on her zine. MAS-Zine and 'Lynn' reviews can be read here:
Lady Cyrrh, the annex reviews, May 2003
I was in a bit of hurry when writing this story and there are many things in it that I want to change. Eventually there will be a slightly revised version of it up. But as of now, the version here is the exact one that was published on MAS-Zine Issue # 2 special YAOI-con edition, Bishonen in Peril. If you bought and read it you might notice that the chapters are a bit differently arranged here, but that’s the only difference so far. The text is the same. The following text was also published on MAS-Zine issue #2, as a "warning" for aspiring fic writers against starting up with activities such as this ^__~
The fic that should not be Whatever you think of my contribution to issue #2 of the MAS-Zine… let me tell you how close it came to there not being a contribution from me at all. Blue asked me if I would consider writing something for the MAS-Zine CD and of course I wanted to be a part of this together with all these great writers, many of which I’ve admired for a long time. It was a bit close to deadline and most of my stuff is already published on my own site. But I had one old fic lying around, really an unfinished fragment written many years ago, in Swedish. There will be a lot of work to get that one into readable shape, I thought, but I decided the idea might work so I told her I would try. Happily my diligent fingers started to dance over the keyboard. That’s when things started to happen… First lightning struck my computer one night as I was in the middle of answering some mails. It simply died on me with a loud bang and some smoke and flames. It turned out that about every component of it had been totally destroyed… except my hard drives. It was a big relief to say the least that all my files were saved but it took almost a month and a lot of money (money I really didn’t have) to get new parts for the PC so that I could start writing again. (To God: Better luck next time, you only missed by a few inches this time. ^^) Then I unexpectedly learned that I had been accepted into art school, and in only a few weeks I had to turn my whole life upside down and move to a completely new town, start a new school, meet a whole lot of new people... I had dreamt of going to that one-year graphic course, but I could have done without all the practical problems. I didn’t get any study support at first and had to do some battle with the bureaucrats before finally getting a year of support approved. And then I couldn’t find a place to live until a few days before school started. I moved the day before the first day in school with a major hangover since my birthday had been the day before the move. Adjusting to a completely new life at the same time as concentrating on fic writing is not easy.Well at least I would have time to write at nights after school… I thought. First day in school they tell us that next week we are going on a trip for two weeks to do some outdoor painting, and get to know each other. With ever-growing horror I learned that we were going to spend two weeks on a godforsaken island in a 200-year-old house out in the countryside, without a phone line. Thank God a classmate offered to lend me her laptop so that I could keep on writing on the island. It was just that she had once spilt a cup of cocoa over the keyboard and another time her sister had dropped a clothing iron on it. The result: the keyboard wasn’t working and neither were the diskette station and the CD-drive. I had to mail all the files and bring my own keyboard. I don’t know how much good that did though. Her laptop was bought in the USA, my keyboard is Swedish, which means that all the signs had changed places and it took me hours just to learn to ignore what the sign on the key said, and learn the real ones by heart. OK, the island was nice and the house was charming. If you were able to ignore the hordes of gigantic spiders (which is hard if you have a spider phobia that would have given Freud a run for his money) and the massive invasion of flies brought on by the neighboring camel farm. Yes there is at least one camel farm in Sweden, and it had to be the next farm from ours. A question: Do you know how many flies a warm laptop that is covered in old chocolate will draw in a day? Oh I would say at least a thousand… None of these creatures were half as annoying as my new classmates were though. Talk about a bunch of nosy curious busybodies. To get a minute’s peace to write was a constant struggle. Imagine writing kinky m/m erotic slave fics with 22 people taking turns in looking over your shoulder. Eventually I had to tell them what I was doing, revealing as nicely as I could that I was writing erotica. Which didn’t make them less curious not to mention that I received the biggest amount of stupid questions in my life. I had great teachers though. In spite of knowing that that was what I was doing they let me off several assignments so that I could write away from the other students. So I was late with the whole shit when we finally came back home. And it didn’t make it any easier to discover that my classmate had a virus in her laptop and that all my newly written files were totally infected. I finally managed to get them back into my own PC without catching the virus but all editing was lost and I got it all in plain txt files. It took me a lot of time to get the files back in a decent shape. I had to write the rest at nights and go to school by days then. Sleeping and eating and other basic needs had to wait for another life or so. But it would seem I only had one ordeal left to go through. (Not counting the trouble of getting the whole shit betaed on such a short notice, and considering English is not my first language we had to have that done) I got an eye infection. Please consider that the last of these chapters were written more or less by an one-eyed person ^_^ Try it and you will notice that you no longer can press the right keys properly. I had to kind of learn to type all over again. Well, I survived that too and finally, two days after the deadline it was miraculously finished. I may add that during the whole of this time I also fought to keep up with another deadline. At this time I was working on an education literature project and was writing an appendix to a book in the Swedish language, in the form of a dictionary of literary terms. I managed both deadlines… somewhat ^^ but I was often afraid, in my stress, that I would send the wrong files to the wrong places ^^ Just wanted to tell you in case you think that it is all play and no work to be a fic writer ^_^ But it all ended happily, both ‘Lynn’ and my appendix was published. Enough of me whining. I want to thank a few people whose help made it possible at all.
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Thoughts |
It seems to be a contemporary, modern society I am describing in ‘Lynn’ How do the very old fashioned concept of slavery fit in, in such an environment? Not at all really ^^ It was more a situation of "I damn well want to write about slavery in a modern type society, so I will f******g make it work even if it is impossible ^^". I had to think a little about how I was going to explain this phenomenon though, and finally decided not to explain it that much at all in the actual story. There are plenty of explanations to this and that in the story, but it does not really say anywhere what time this is, or what place. Is it our own time and world, but in an alternate universe? Is it another planet? At first I was actually playing with the thought of making a pure science fiction story. Though I am not saying that that is what became of it in the end. The readers are free to interpret it any way they want to. I had some vague ideas though, of a not too distant a future, where mankind had started to colonize space. My idea was that Earth had sent space ships to colonize a suitable but deserted planet. That on these pioneer's arrival things like an atmosphere, nature and everything else human beings need, were artificially created through some scientific breakthroughs not known to us today, and not specified in the story. Creating such a "copy" of Earth would naturally take a few hundred years. The ones sent out were never meant to come back, and were to create a new population on the colonized planet. After a few hundred years I thought that the origin of the population would of course be known to the new people, but that there is no contact with the mother planet. The distance is too vast, the ties were meant to be severed. After all this time Earth will have developed in certain directions, while the poeple on the colony, culturally, would be stuck in the times they left when the ships was sent off. Thereby I tried to explain/excuse why there were so many things resembling our own world, at the same time as there seemed to be scientific knowledge not known to us today. Something I probably totally failed in ^^ Well, my thoughts went further thus, that on those ships sent out there had been four types of people. First a smaller group of very rich and influential families. These powerful people had financed the whole project on Earth, and had much influence in it. Another group would have been scientist and scholars of all kinds. A third group would have been workers of all kinds. The fourth and last group, as an experiment and as a "back-up resource" had been cloned people. As the new colony slowly grew the population grew in number as well and four very distinctive classes was developed from these four original groups. The former Earthly financiers turned into a sort of power hungry elite and upper class nobility with a lot of feudal complexes. One can assume that the people from the original rich group on the ship was the sort of people that had had these ideas already on Earth, but didn’t get much room for them, since democracy and equality between races and gender became the main political form all over Earth (a possibility I am still hoping for ^^) Using their wealth on Earth they took the chance of starting anew on a colonized planet where they could develop a new kind of power no longer possible on Earth, and live according to their own views on themselves and society. Which soon turned the cloned part of the population into legal property – slaves! I thought that there must be two kinds of clones in this society. First the ones that are descendants of the original group of cloned people, but born naturally. They are not really clones then, but still viewed as such and therefore have no rights. The second kind would be genuine clones, created for certain purposes in laboratories once the colonization was completed that much that such things was a practical possibility again. These premises would create an "ordinary" western society, but with the addition of an almost Roman sort of slavery. Writing the story, it was still hard to fit these two concepts together and make it believable. I’m not all too sure that I succeeded in that. The premises sure raised many questions. Trying to answer some of those questions, or contemplate on them is one theme of the story. Lynn is such a clone, created to be a toy. Lucas belongs to the middle class that descends from the scientists and the scholars sent along to colonize the planet. The nobility lives mostly in their own world where they can create their own laws, the middle and lower class live in another world where they try to uphold a society resembling the one their ancestors brought with them from Earth. Slavery is mostly an affair for the upper class, the middle and lower classes are aware of it, and are not forbidden to own their own slaves, but doesn’t practice it to nearly the same extent. And there is a public opinion that slavery is wrong, but not a very strong opposition against it. Most people prefer to look the other way. This society has big economical problems as well, partly brought on by the upper class nobility's reckless way of living, and from them having a much too great a part of the political and financial power. One can assume that "ordinary" people have no time left to care about the situations of slaves when they must fight for their own survival. But there are conflicts between these layers of course. And these different moral and philosophical assessments are forced to meet head on in this story, when a modern well educated man with political correct views gets in his care a slave who doesn’t even want to be free or equal, only to please. Lucas has to really come to a conclusion about what he thinks about human rights, at the same time as he discovers how very tempting it is to have complete control over another human being. These were the sort of questions that interested me when I wrote this. But of course I wanted it to be a slashy story as well ^^ I wanted the fact that they are two men and how they handle this fact to be a theme as well. And of course I wanted to include my favorite elements of non-con, some abuse, m/m sex, and so on, as well as romance and sappy feelings ^^ Now, after explaining all this, I want to add that I still choose to be a bit vague about time and place in the actual story, and my thoughts behind the story isn’t necessarily the absolute right ones, and were never really thought through thoroughly, thus lacking a lot as an idea. These ideas are also an after construction. When I wrote the actual story I did so on pure instinct, and the version you see here is only the first draft really. If you want to interpret the setting as an A/U of our own world it’s fine, it works like that as well I suppose. I ended up focusing much more on the interaction between the main characters and their thoughts and feelings anyway, than describing the actual world and how it might work. So if you can enjoy that aspect of the story then maybe all this do not matter at all. So sorry about babbling again ^_^;;;
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