me as a writer: Oh no I canāt write that, somebody else already has
me as a reader: hell yes give me all the fics about this one scenario. The more the merrier
This one is so hard to accept. Reblogging to knock that into my brain.
Me as a writer: I feel like Iām repeating myself, Iāve already used that theme, Iāve already written that kink, that other character uses that speech pattern so this one in another fandom canāt, I feel like Iām writing predictable things,
is this different enough from that other thing I wrote,
are people filling out bingo cards by my work? :sobbing:
Me as a reader: oh hell yeah this hit the spot exactly, I hope this writer has written 20 more just like it
As one friend said when I felt I was reusing a theme too much, nobody ever says, Did Agatha Christie write about murder again?
I actually laughed out loud at the last one. A very good point.
āI love this, I hope there isnāt anything else out there like it!ā Said no one ever
Sometimes you just really need other people to point out the obvious to you! Thanks, guys.
I remember being in a tiny fandom and reading every story a particular writer had written in that fandom, and then every other story they had written for good measure. Probably around 30-35 stories in all.
In every single story they wrote, one of the main characters either had, acquired, or considered adopting or buying a Bedlington Terrier. Always that one type of dog.
I never got tired of it. By about story 7 I was reading along thinking āwhen is the little lamb dog going to show up?ā and it didnāt even blip my weirdness radar.
[ID: art of Gandalf in his LOTR outfit, but in muted trans flag colors and with the neckline lowered to show his cleavage. He is holding up a large sign that says āIt does not matter whether you pass or not.ā /End ID]
I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we donāt keep in touch Iāll remember you so fondly. Youāre the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. Youāre the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, youāre the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I donāt live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths wonāt cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you
okay so this post is wrong but what the heck itās a Tumblr post, right, itās mostly a joke, only itās so perfectly echoing an idea Iāve seen elsewhere too, from actual paid critics and academic critiques, that Hugo āwasnāt writing for emotional teenagersā, that heād be horrified by fandom, that he was too High and Erudite for the likes of screaming theater kids and emotional teenagers
yāall. Yāall.
Victor Hugo knew what fandom was. And he absolutely LOVED it.
