Cover Story: Faire-Well

A Brief History of Ella Luna at Sunset Media Wave:

Summer 2014 – The Significance of Unimportance – Redrawn sections of old art pieces, accompanied by short stories

Fall 2014 – The Significance of Unimportance: P.A.I.N.T.I.N.G. – Drawings over old art pieces, paired with what I would call hilarious and relevant social justice.

Spring, Summer, & Fall 2015 – Cover Story – Covers of songs, backed by instrumentals from the internet and from my ukulele.

Fall 2015 – Cover Story: Color October – Reviews of songs in my iTunes libraries, coordinated by the color of the album art.

Spring 2016 – Looseleaved – Tea times with friends, pictures of tea leaves, beautiful interpretations, because I’m amazing.

Summer 2016 – Cover Story: On The Underground – Reviews and breakdowns of underground bands that, probably, no one has ever heard of, including Frankie Cosmos, Jessica Hernandez and the Deltas, and Summer Camp.

Once I put it all in a timeline, it’s kind of ridiculous how many different directions I’ve flowed through here at the Wave. I’m proud of my work, I’m proud of the disparity and the diversity in my work, and as an editor. I’m proud of what I’ve done to make others’ work better and unfortunately, now that it’s come right down to the end, I don’t really know what to say or how to close this journey out. I’m leaving in four days, for a galaxy far, far, away (University of Iowa) and though I’ll still be connected to the Wave, in my heart (and in my internet), life will never be the same. I won’t have a Campbell to inspire my fashion, nor a Lily to simultaneously bring me up and take me down, nor an Elise to laugh at my jokes and to steal my computer, nor a JONMICHAELGLENN to make my brain run more smoothly when too many things are happening. There are so many things I’ve wanted to do this summer, but instead, I finished series after series after series on Netflix. I don’t regret any of that, of course; I love binge-watching shows and movies with amazing acting like Stranger Things, Episode VII, and Orange Is The New Black. But, as always, I need more time.

How do I write this post? What do I say? How do I put a single lid on a poly-jarred hydra? Do I? Do I not? Do I simply state questions, over and over again, and unnecessarily, with a seeming but non-existant direction?

I don’t know.

The fact is, I very much do not know how this post will go, or if it going well, or if it is going at all. I am, as I usually do, writing in circles.

How about this? Instead of writing a farewell, goodbye post, I will instead give you something I made early in the summer for someone who, though they loved the piece, doesn’t even actually read any of my work. I was going to make this into a great post in and of itself, but, as it often does, I was hit in the face with a block that people in my line of work often face. Since that time, I haven’t been able to find a good place for it. I suppose this is as good as any. As my favorite song says, “Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go / Got to leave you all behind to face the truth.”