My Frankenstein AU for the @sheithreversebbâ Wedding Addition! My writing partner was the lovely @gweargroalâ whose fic came out amazing, so go check it out: Through Life and Death <3
Thank you so much for having me!
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My Frankenstein AU for the @sheithreversebbâ Wedding Addition! My writing partner was the lovely @gweargroalâ whose fic came out amazing, so go check it out: Through Life and Death <3
Thank you so much for having me!
writing is not retail; or, why I donât feel so guilty about not replying to fanfic comments any more
a few months ago, I saw a story on tumblr. Â I canât remember the exact post so I canât link it here, but I remember it was a story from a reader who commented on a fanfic that hadnât been updated in years. the writer of this story got so excited that someone was still reading, they started updating again.
a wonderful story, of course. Â good for the writer, who found motivation for an old work and validation in the reader who loved it. Â and good for the reader, to have received this surprise gift. Â but the story bothered me, like a nudge in the gut, when I read it, and has bothered me more in the months since.
hereâs the thing: this story was being touted as a shining example. Â âlook, comment on fics!â the moral went. Â âthe writers are so starved for the validation, theyâll do literally anything for you!â Â that attitude is one I see increasingly in text posts and tweet threads and the like, practically begging readers to throw all their support at us writers, saying, writers need notes, need kudos, need comments. Â this validation is why we write, these arguments go. Â weâd have no motivation without it.
this attitude is one that strikes me as increasingly dangerous. Â not for fandom as a whole so much, but for writers themselves. Â if writers, especially younger writers, writers most vulnerable to these types of âvoice of godâ diatribes, get this mentality that they are worthless if nobody reads them, it becomes so easy to lose hope. it becomes so easy to say, well, this one got no notes, no readers begging for more, so I should just stop trying.
and on the flipside, that attitude makes it easy to get tied into a work that isnât actually interesting or creatively fulfilling or just plain making the writer happy. Â just because itâs getting notes, views, comments, the logic says, it must continue.
but hereâs the thing: fic writing is not retail. Â you donât need to sell a brand to get your work out there â ao3 and ffnet and any other site on which you might want to publish are all as open to you as they are to some big name fan. Â thatâs one of the beauties of fanfic, to start with. Â your foot is already in the door; you donât need to cater to anyone besides yourself to get published. Â or: the reader is not the priority. Â the writer is the priority. Â (except for gifts and fic commissions, but those are subjects for other essays.)
to paraphrase rainer maria rilke: to truly become a writer, one must look deep into oneâs soul and inquire of oneself: MUST I WRITE? Â if I were unable to express my inner self in the written medium, would I perish? Â (letters to a young poet, p. 16 in my norton 1954 edition.)
rilke is rather melodramatic about it. Â my interpretation, and my lesson to young writers, is: ask yourself, DOES THIS MAKE ME HAPPY?
not will it get me attention, not will it please this fandom, but does it feel worthy of my time, my skills, the piece of my soul that will go into it? Â your first audience, before you publish your work anywhere and get feedback from anyone, is yourself. Â for most writers, in fact, your primary audience for at least half of your work is yourself â because, come on, none of us have good track records for finishing our wips. Â thus, if youâre not pleasing yourself by exploring characters or worlds or literary themes that you enjoy (or by getting paid at the end of the word doc) whatever youâre writing is not worthy of your talents or your time.
and hereâs the other thing: youâll probably need to write for a couple of years before youâre actually good at it. Â I donât mean to discourage anyone here, just to be realistic; writing, like any other craft, takes practice. Â very few people put up a very first fic on ao3 and immediately get 1,000 kudos, and those who do have probably been writing an original fantasy series since they were seven. Â why do you think all the best porn is written by people over the age of thirty? Â this shit takes experience. Â and if youâre refreshing your ao3 page every ten minutes, agonizing over every single comment and every single tumblr note, calling yourself worthless every time you donât hit some magic hits/kudos ratio, youâll never want to actually do the work that will get you that experience. Â a lack of validation is only reason to lose heart if the work meant nothing to your personal satisfaction in the first place.
I have been writing fic for almost eight years. Â in that time, Iâve had widely popular fics and widely unpopular ones, in a whole host of fandoms. Â and to be honest, much as my horrible lizard brain craves validation, some of my absolute favorite works are the ones that got no notes. Â because I know that those fics are the ones I wrote truly for myself. they are the most creatively satisfying. they are the works that make me happy.
(and, a rarepair writer secret: those fics are also often the ones that get the absolute best comments. when you prioritize writing what you love, it shows.)
rilke, at one point, was so poor that he could not even buy his own books (letters to a young poet, p. 25). Â and yet today, he is lauded as one of the best german-language writers of all time. Â just because you are not getting validation right now doesnât mean you are not learning and growing as a writer. Â if you find what youâre passionate about and write from the heart, someday, you will find someone who shares your passions â itâs one of the beauties of the internet that you donât need a publishing contract to find that other person. Â all you need is the self-confidence to write your piece and the bravery to hit post.
I donât want to speak for all writers. Â not everyone is a literary theory-spouting weirdo like I am who sometimes wants to lock herself in a cabin in the woods and turn off wifi for a month just because sheâd get so much done. some people write fic as a coping mechanism. Â some do it to make money, or as a stepping stone into a professional writing career. some need validation to truly be happy. I only want to speak for myself, to voice my concerns, and to ask any writer (or any content creator reading this, really): does it make you happy?
you do not owe the commenter anything. Â you owe yourself everything.
if you donât know the difference between a hare and a rabbit youâve never gazed into the cold wild eyes of a hare and known that if it could speak it would speak backwards
Jack Rabbits are North American Hares and theyâre the WORST to encounter at night becuase:
You all know how big a rabbit is. Jack Rabbits and hares are much bigger. theyâre the size of large cats or small dogs or just-walking-age children.
They also like to hang out in gangs of a hlf dozen to over 30.
and in the middle of backcountry dirt roads.
perhaps theyâre dustbathing
or blood sacrifce
I donât know because when you come up the road at night because your dog has a tiny bladder and needs to go out at midnight and you have no yard so youâre walking him on the dirt road around your neighborhod because you might aw well get some stargazing in, and you come just over the ridge to see a coven of twenty jackrabbits in the middle of the road
and
they
all
stand
up
not just onto all fours like a proper prey animal
No they get up on thier hind legs and donât just sit but STAND like tiny rabbit-skinned toddlers, wobbing slightly as they stare directly at you eyes shining in your flashlightâs glow
âŚBlood Red.
And a chill goes through you on that warm july night because while theyâre a puntable size and allegedly herbivores theyâre standing and watching you just like people and you are vastly outnumbered.
everyone freezes
youâre considering your odds aganst roughly 200lbs of Suspiciously Humanoid Hare
and theyâre considering their odds against you
the only sound in the never-ending high desert windÂ
somewhere in your peripheral vision you can see the streetlights but they seem awfully far away
The nearest Jack Rabbit
Blinks
and takes a single shuffling step
forward
You area an overdevloped monkey and your prefrontal cortex is capable of some amazing feats but it runs very slowly compared to the reflexes of a rabbit and youâre frozen as you desperately scramble for the appropriate course of action, hands feeling thick and useless, mouth dry and feet imeasurably heavy thereâs no way youâd outrun THESE, god thereâs a rabies outbreak going around that shitâs not curable-
The Dog
L U N G E S
Itâs only the briefest of movements but the animal youâd picked out for his gangly legs and floppy ears and goofy smile is suddenly a dark shape of muscle and teeth and had flung himself at the horrible goblin rabbits faster than mere physics should dictate, appearing in the circle of the flashlight for only the briefest of moments before the jolt from the leash makes you stumble and the light falters
The Jack Rabbits
Scatter
Vanishing into the faintly starlit sagebrush in as so many faint gray shapes that might be mistaken for the dustclouds they kick up
Later, you sit on the couch disquieted
and you wonder
If the sight of the Jack Rabbits standing and studying you was frightening enough to make you yearn for the safety of the yellowed streetlights
what must it be like from thier end?
what terrifying creatureÂ
deliberately ties itself
to something so horrible
As a Dog?
@gallusrostromegalus that last bit gave me such a strong mental image I absolutely had to draw it
WELL HOLY SHIT.
CONGRATULATE, THATâS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING FOR.
is it ok if I print it out and stick it on the fridge?
Well this zoomed past 100K while I wasnât looking but hereâs a Picture of Charleston Chew, Terror of Wild Hares and Sometimes Bears:
https://www.instagram.com/p/BqZVvp3FlmD/
I want to be laying on that couch reading.
Not saying Tumblr has no real gauge for the human aging process but they honestly think 15-year-olds canât have anything bigger than a B-cup and 30-year-olds should have wrinkles or else theyâre âtoo young-lookingâ and start making theories about celebrities being immortal when they see a white person who doesnât âage like milkâ
Tumblr does have no gauge for the human aging process though. They never go outside and look at actual varities of people. So many of these tumblr types donât go out and see actual people or go and do model drawing with art classes.
Tumblrâs Understanding of Aging
Under 18: You are a child. You have no concept of anything. Your body is frail and your mind cannot handle anything. In fact, your brain is so lacking in function that anyone telling you to be responsible in any way is actually abusing you.
18-19: You have immeasurable responsibility. You are fully developed adult and you should know everything by now. Anyone challenging you is probably a horrible person or trying to abuse you because they donât recognize youâre an adult. Also, because youâre a fully responsible adult who is completely prepared for the world, any mistake you make will ruin you.
20-29: You should probably have a job, house, and family. Being on tumblr is weird and you shouldnât post any of your opinions because youâre too pathetic to have a real full life. Unless you have the right opinions, then youâre a perfect genius.
Over 29: You should not be on tumblr. Youâre an adult being savaged by the sands of time. Your body is frail and covered in wrinkles and death. Everything you think is irrelevant. Youâre so old that everything you saw as a child is completely and totally outdated. If you even talk to a child youâre either an abuser or pedophile.
Alternatively:
Super pedo iâm dying
A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror
Writing Tip:
If you donât feel like actually writing, prepare for writing:
Open your WIP Word doc
Read the last page again
Scribble notes on what happens next
Once youâve done this, you might just find yourself wanting to continue after all. And if you donât, no worries. Youâve made it easier to jump back into it later.Â
This always works for me! Really good advice!
I do this to get into the writing mood. I can tell myself: âI donât have to write, no pressure. Look, Iâm not writing, this isnât writing.â
^^GREAT advice!
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the truth is out there, and its in the heart of downtown toronto
what the actual fuck
this is torontoâs cultural pride and joy and it is slowly being consumed by an alien spacecraft
A significant portion of the city looks like this actually. Torontoâs aesthetic seems to be âreal old buildings being devoured by real new buildings.â And like sometimes you have houses that look like a 12 year oldâs first minecraft build sorta jammed between Victorian era stone houses itâs real fuckin weird
I feel like ocad and the ago should be added to this because holy shit torontoâs buildings are weird as fuck
THESE LOOK LIKE VIDEO GAME GLITCHES ARE WE SURE TORONTO ISNâT SECRETLY A GIANT GLITCH IN THE MATRIX??
I donât feel like i have the right to post this
Reminders for the Anxious/Depressed Creatives
Youâre more than what you make.
Your productivity does not determine your value.
Itâs okay to do nothing sometimes.
Not everything you do has to result in a product.
Not everything you make has to be important, significant, or even good.
You can make things just for yourself.
You can keep secrets for yourself, whether itâs not posting some of your projects or not sharing your techniques.
Youâre allowed to say no.
Youâre allowed to rest.
objectively i feel that glenn closeâs cruella de vil should be more iconic than miranda priestly solely because of the costumes like mr anthony powell really went off
miranda priestly could never
âThis generation is so intelligent. They care about racism, feminism, ableism, and thatâs such a positive mentality, but they need to leave room for forgiveness. Nobody is perfect and people are educating themselves at different paces. So be mindful.â
â Halsey for CR Fashion book (via wnq-music)
If kinetic energy can be converted to thermal energy, how hard do I need to slap a chicken to cook it?
Seven years after, I see you again đ
Guys this completely changed my writing, heed it. I often do an entire draft just looking at sentence variation and oftentimes the results are absolutely transformative in the difference.
If I were to list everything from Gary Provost that changed my writing, Iâd just be quoting all his books back at you. If you can find a copy of Make Every Word Count, get it, read it. None of this navel-gazing about creativity; he gets into the weeds of how to use words to create stories. Brilliant stuff.
Season One
Charles: Jake, do you like Amy?
Jake:
Season Six
Anyone: *breathes in Amyâs direction*
Jake:
When you change, donât announce it. Just bloom.
The second girl at least read the book to confirm that it was shit, she even had Capote on deck as backup. Chick 1 is just lazy
Nope. Girl 2 saw that Girl 1â˛s absolutely accurate analysis was being shut down just because it wasnât stated in an intellectual way (in spite of its validity). So Girl 2 reinforced Girl 1â˛s opinions in solidarity and made sure that it was absolutely clear that Girl 1 was factually correct. WITHOUT taking credit for her observations (âkim is rightâ instead of âActually, kimâ) Â
Girls supporting Girls.Â
Girls not letting other girls be treated poorly.
If you read thirty pages of a book and hate it, thatâs a good analysis. Girl 1 literally said, âIt sucked for these reasons, and I only got through 30 pages.â She was absolutely paying attention and trying to get it. But if all you get is a headache, fuck that book.
I love this exchange