"Her hand reached inside her pocket, the rough fabric of an old sock, the trace of threads, stitched to form a face, the last remnant of a life long gone, a father lost." "My daughter…she’s our last hope. She’s the—The what?" I love this weird tale that seems ancient and yet futuristic at the same time. And I love that it takes place in Scotland, Orkney, Shetland, places in which I have personally walked miles and miles over twenty years. I feel the relentless wind of Orkney in this tale.
Thank you, Sharron. So happy you like it, esp. if you're familiar with the places. I have only been once. It was like being on another planet, ancient, primordial, pure, I want to go back one day. I wonder, how long it would someone actually take to cross from Stoer to Brae on foot, out on the ice plains...
Now, we'll give Bee a wee little rest and come back once we're done with Carter.
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Since you have an interest in Scotland, Alex, you might like this short three-part story of two people who have to walk from Glen Orchy, north across Rannoch Moor to Roy Bridge, about forty-five miles during an alien invasion.
Yes. As I read, I am in a primitive age, the far past, then suddenly in the next paragraph - microchips! It yanks me into my subconscious mind - I like it.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone... well, maybe not that, after all, we need to get the word out, viewers, statistics, ROI! Execs need convincing! Show me the money! Joking aside, I have plans for Season 2 but it fully depends on Netflix now, I mean the viewers, I mean... I need to finish Carter and Spherean first!
We should organise a Substack meet up next winter, somewhere in a snowy realm with a good pub and it’ll just be like the hobbits at the end of Return of the King 😁
The Scrivener dust is making for some fascinating reading! Really enjoying all the details of movement/weather/etc helping us both with general atmosphere and the characters' emotions. I enjoyed this Dickensian sentence juxtaposition very much as well:
"In the still of the moment, emptiness drowned her anger, filled her with indifference, a stranger in her own body, drifting apart, further and further, her hand reached inside her pocket, the rough fabric of an old sock, the trace of threads, stitched to form a face, the last remnant of a life long gone, a father lost. Murdered. A pang of hate—of guilt. She withdrew her hand."
Thanks, Kate! I didn't originally plan to spend more time on Bee but things happen... you go where the story takes you.
Ahh, Dickens, a humbling comparison!
Look at the master, what rhythm, what imagery (albeit I would cut some of those ands):
"A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.” (Great Expectations)
But seriously, that's pretty wild that those coordinates land you there, especially in light of the seemingly endless stream of other coincidences.
My favourite of the set, this one. Wonderfully descriptive, cosy whilst also threatening, with some information gleaned but some other aspects left open to continue, should you so wish. 👏
Pretty wild indeed! I had a good chuckle. Thanks Nathan, for reading and all the lovely comments. As said, I will let Bee rest for a wee bit and focus on Carter and Spherean for the rest of the year. Cheers!
"Her hand reached inside her pocket, the rough fabric of an old sock, the trace of threads, stitched to form a face, the last remnant of a life long gone, a father lost." "My daughter…she’s our last hope. She’s the—The what?" I love this weird tale that seems ancient and yet futuristic at the same time. And I love that it takes place in Scotland, Orkney, Shetland, places in which I have personally walked miles and miles over twenty years. I feel the relentless wind of Orkney in this tale.
Thank you, Sharron. So happy you like it, esp. if you're familiar with the places. I have only been once. It was like being on another planet, ancient, primordial, pure, I want to go back one day. I wonder, how long it would someone actually take to cross from Stoer to Brae on foot, out on the ice plains...
Now, we'll give Bee a wee little rest and come back once we're done with Carter.
Since you have an interest in Scotland, Alex, you might like this short three-part story of two people who have to walk from Glen Orchy, north across Rannoch Moor to Roy Bridge, about forty-five miles during an alien invasion.
https://sharronbassano.substack.com/p/surrender
Thanks, Sharron. I remember. I think I mentioned District 9 in the end.
I was trying to grasp a description for what I felt, but this is exactly it, Sharron: "...that seems ancient and yet futuristic at the same time."
Yes. As I read, I am in a primitive age, the far past, then suddenly in the next paragraph - microchips! It yanks me into my subconscious mind - I like it.
More more more! That was exhilarating! Also Brae! Everything is connected. We live in a multiverse.
We are all one! Yes, yes. Sadly, TMWWD ends here. Cancelled. Blame Netflix! 😅
NooooooooooooOoooooooooooooOooooooooooooOooooooooo!!!!!!111111!!!!!!
https://www.myinstants.com/en/instant/darth-vader-nooooooooo/
Why you do this to us :'(!
because https://www.myinstants.com/en/instant/harry-potter-is-dead-hehehe/
Lol this is fun https://www.myinstants.com/en/instant/grunt-robin-hood-tights-50755/
Another excellent chapter, Alexander. Brilliantly descriptive. You can really feel the logs on the fire fighting again the bitter cold outside
I’m sure Samson has served in a few pubs I’ve been in over the years. His glass cleaning technique seems awfully familiar 😁
Looking forward to the next chapter. The story has really evolved as it’s gone along and I can’t wait to see what comes next for Bee 👍🏼
Thanks, Daniel. Much appreciated. Yeah, Samsons everywhere, and Delilahs ;)
This is the end I am afraid, though. Season 1 is finished.
Someone call Netflix. Maybe TMWWD gets renewed for Season 2?
Say it ain’t so 😮
Season 2 needs commissioned asap!
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone... well, maybe not that, after all, we need to get the word out, viewers, statistics, ROI! Execs need convincing! Show me the money! Joking aside, I have plans for Season 2 but it fully depends on Netflix now, I mean the viewers, I mean... I need to finish Carter and Spherean first!
Oh aye. Get that done too! 👍🏼😁
Aye, will take a wee bit of work! ;)
Makes me long for a pint of thick stout to drink to the sound of the howling winds outside and the crackling fire indoors.
Ahhh, yes. three Guinness, please. And what will you have?
We should organise a Substack meet up next winter, somewhere in a snowy realm with a good pub and it’ll just be like the hobbits at the end of Return of the King 😁
We can rent https://stoerlighthouse.co.uk 😂
Didn’t know you could do that 🤔
Tempting! Linked it to some friends yesterday. They were like, let's go! 😂
It is tempting. That would really be somewhere special to go. Might be haunted though 👻 🤔😁
Think I broke Substack. Published a post and now it and nothing else is appearing in my inbox! 😮😁
This would be so good!
That does sounds great 🍺 👍🏼 🔥 😁
The Scrivener dust is making for some fascinating reading! Really enjoying all the details of movement/weather/etc helping us both with general atmosphere and the characters' emotions. I enjoyed this Dickensian sentence juxtaposition very much as well:
"In the still of the moment, emptiness drowned her anger, filled her with indifference, a stranger in her own body, drifting apart, further and further, her hand reached inside her pocket, the rough fabric of an old sock, the trace of threads, stitched to form a face, the last remnant of a life long gone, a father lost. Murdered. A pang of hate—of guilt. She withdrew her hand."
Thanks, Kate! I didn't originally plan to spend more time on Bee but things happen... you go where the story takes you.
Ahh, Dickens, a humbling comparison!
Look at the master, what rhythm, what imagery (albeit I would cut some of those ands):
"A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.” (Great Expectations)
and this was a great comment to read.
Magnificent! And I like the ands... Thanks for sharing this excerpt.
Yes, it is a great descriptive passage, so much character!
Wonderful story, I read all 5 episodes in one go! The story must continue, I want to know what happens next.
Ah, yes, Bee’s journey will indeed continue. I shall return to TMWWD in due time. Thanks for reading. Glad you liked it thus far!
I love it! the pacing, the characters, the premise... I liked a lot how you handled the speech-impaired character, very intuitive and easy to follow.
Bee is a reader's favourite it seems. Thanks, Claudia. Great to hear it worked. 👍
Everything is connected!!
But seriously, that's pretty wild that those coordinates land you there, especially in light of the seemingly endless stream of other coincidences.
My favourite of the set, this one. Wonderfully descriptive, cosy whilst also threatening, with some information gleaned but some other aspects left open to continue, should you so wish. 👏
Pretty wild indeed! I had a good chuckle. Thanks Nathan, for reading and all the lovely comments. As said, I will let Bee rest for a wee bit and focus on Carter and Spherean for the rest of the year. Cheers!