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Ah Worldcup ... six weeks when everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. My beloved job disappeared, my beloved cat took to dying, and my beloved J took it awfully hard, which meant that I had to hold everything together. And I had to come up with a story, with no hope of any time extension, and on a team that had already churned through all of its backup writers (who did a MAGNIFICENT job, BTW) due to others falling out faster. So I ended up writing the last 15,000 words of this in about 24 hours, with another two for editing.

My prompt was Death, which was ironic however you sliced it. I wanted to do something a bit different than my usual England-focussed stories, so I decided that the characters should be allowed one of the prime options available to those who have lost those nearest to them. They should be allowed to run away.

I had one commenter on the original posting who complained that it seemed really random that they went to Australia. I cannot imagine that person is from a Commonwealth country. Running away to Australia is as British as Pimms, Wimbledon and whining about public transport. I did it, hundreds of my friends have done it, though most of them went back. It's a place to take a year where you can be sunburned and drunk and sleep with inappropriate people and do things you would never do at home, because you're not at home. You're in the Other Place, where the rules aren't the same.

Anyway, if you haven't read it, feel free to judge for yourself whether or not that worked. I will have some more author notes at the end, because I enjoyed reading [personal profile] anthimaeria 's so much that I am stealing the idea.

This version is slightly edited, to correct cock-ups and the one bit that I had meant to tweak. For the original, you can go here. And I have added a few multimedia links in case you want to know what things are like in sundry places. For the record, people aged under 35 have been less fond of the first third than those over 35.



Title: Beneath Boundless Skies
Author: blamebrampton
Team: EWE
Prompt: Death
Wordcount: 29,800
Rating: M
Warnings: Character death (not H/D), homosexual activities, rampant Australianisms
Summary: The end of one journey is the start of another. No matter how long it takes for you to make the first step.
Author’s Note Many thanks to [personal profile] jadzialove , whose wildly supportive beta-ing cheers me every time and to [personal profile] pushdragon  for her Ozpicking, genius proofing and spottings of my madness (here, there, pretty much everywhere). Because this was a monster, I was also sustained and corrected by the lovely [personal profile] bryoneybrynn  , while the charming [personal profile] oceaxe  and [personal profile] who_la_hoop  gave excellent sugestions, directional advice and reminders that not everyone was born in the 1960s.

NB This is set postwar, but there is a decided lack of emo angsting. Because I am of the generation that prefers tea and black humour. Sorry.

Part one )

Part two
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
Ah Worldcup ... six weeks when everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. My beloved job disappeared, my beloved cat took to dying, and my beloved J took it awfully hard, which meant that I had to hold everything together. And I had to come up with a story, with no hope of any time extension, and on a team that had already churned through all of its backup writers (who did a MAGNIFICENT job, BTW) due to others falling out faster. So I ended up writing the last 15,000 words of this in about 24 hours, with another two for editing.

My prompt was Death, which was ironic however you sliced it. I wanted to do something a bit different than my usual England-focussed stories, so I decided that the characters should be allowed one of the prime options available to those who have lost those nearest to them. They should be allowed to run away.

I had one commenter on the original posting who complained that it seemed really random that they went to Australia. I cannot imagine that person is from a Commonwealth country. Running away to Australia is as British as Pimms, Wimbledon and whining about public transport. I did it, hundreds of my friends have done it, though most of them went back. It's a place to take a year where you can be sunburned and drunk and sleep with inappropriate people and do things you would never do at home, because you're not at home. You're in the Other Place, where the rules aren't the same.

Anyway, if you haven't read it, feel free to judge for yourself whether or not that worked. I will have some more author notes at the end, because I enjoyed reading [personal profile] anthimaeria 's so much that I am stealing the idea.

This version is slightly edited, to correct cock-ups and the one bit that I had meant to tweak. For the original, you can go here. And I have added a few multimedia links in case you want to know what things are like in sundry places. For the record, people aged under 35 have been less fond of the first third than those over 35.



Title: Beneath Boundless Skies
Author: blamebrampton
Team: EWE
Prompt: Death
Wordcount: 29,800
Rating: M
Warnings: Character death (not H/D), homosexual activities, rampant Australianisms
Summary: The end of one journey is the start of another. No matter how long it takes for you to make the first step.
Author’s Note Many thanks to [personal profile] jadzialove , whose wildly supportive beta-ing cheers me every time and to [personal profile] pushdragon  for her Ozpicking, genius proofing and spottings of my madness (here, there, pretty much everywhere). Because this was a monster, I was also sustained and corrected by the lovely [personal profile] bryoneybrynn  , while the charming [personal profile] oceaxe  and [personal profile] who_la_hoop  gave excellent sugestions, directional advice and reminders that not everyone was born in the 1960s.

NB This is set postwar, but there is a decided lack of emo angsting. Because I am of the generation that prefers tea and black humour. Sorry.

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