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I want to write my fanfic <- isn’t writing my fanfic
the bad news: I now hate my current wip and strongly believe there isn't a single joke in it that lands
the good news: I know my process enough to recognize this as the slump that I hit in everything I write when it's like three-quarters-ish done
the bad news: the only way out is through
the good news: I do know the way out!
the bad news: yeah but it's through
making a cross stitch that says "I am funny and he would fucking say that" to hang directly above my monitor
"hey toast you stayed up past midnight because you were working on the fic and not because you were procrastinating by making a hideous pattern for a joke cross stitch" have you never met a writer before
gonna tell my kids this was live laugh love
Something so funny about rereading one's own unfinished fics. Like wow this is pretty good! Almost as if was written exactly according to what I personally like in fact! Someone should finish it!
Do I actually want to write this fanfic or do I just want to wallow in the delicious daydream like a pig in the mud?
Unfortunately I wish for others to wallow in my magnificent mud pit
thank you for the magnificent mud pits, fanfic writers
Snake thoughts.
Canadians, on May 9 at 12:30 I'm speaking at the Point Pelee Festival of the Birds. It's a free talk included with park admission. Come say hi.
Ah folks, we are in a bit of a writing slump. I have a fat stack of WIPs and I can't do a damned thing with them. Between work and other projects I have been a little overwhelmed but that should wind down soon so hopefully...
me: okay, but Heated Rivalry as a Good Omens AU. Angel Shane playing hockey because he loves earth but its So Loud and on the ice everything feels quiet, Demon Ilya skating because it's the closest he can get to flying. Shane does what he can, Ilya does what he must. They need to avert an apocalypse together (the Metros/Raiders) with a scrappy group of helpers (the Hollanders and the Centuars.)
It's ineffable.
my MASSIVE PILE OF WIPS:
Got all excited for a comment and it turns out to be a scam but the funny thing is the story they're talking about?
Is Skittledick
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82114401
Which is a very fun story but of all my fics definitely NOT one that would inspire something meaningful
Try harder, scam artists. Bring Down The Rain is Right. There.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50948782
things that always make me happy: serial commenters. there are three types
1) reading a longfic chapter by chapter, leaving an increasingly emotional comment on every chapter, descends into keysmashes near the end: outstanding
2) read one fic by accident, clicked the author name, now working steadily through the backlog and commenting on everything, I wake up to an AO3 inbox full of enthusiasm: precious beyond words
3) the longterm serial commenter whose comment begins with I don’t even know this fandom but because they have followed me from somewhere else: stunning. humbling. magical.
these are all *chef’s kiss* and I want to add one more: 4) left a comment a while ago, comes back and leaves another comment on the same fic, telling you that they’re coming back to reread the fic: angels. blessings. lifesavers.
SKITTLEDICK
Stranger Things, post-Vecna, pre-Steddie, just three young adults hangin' out
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The last joint had been finished off, burned down to the bitter end, and the air was thick and hazy. Steve was surrounded by familiar colors and shapes but no detail. He wasn't sure if that was the effect of the smoke on his eyes or his brain, he also wasn't sure whether he liked it.
"Why do we say high as balls, anyway? Balls aren't even high." Eddie's voice mused as the guy gestured towards somewhere between his groin and his knees.
Steve giggled to himself. If that's where his balls are then Eddie must not be very high at all. Not that Steve thought about Eddie's balls very much.
"That's not true," Robin yelled from her place lying on the floor.
Steve had a moment of panic thinking he and Robin may have finally broken the last barrier and she could actually hear his thoughts before he saw her hand in the air pointing accusingly at Eddie.
Steve couldn't see her face from where he was sitting but he could picture her expression all scrunched up and indignant.
"How the hell would you know, Buckley, you big lesbian," Eddie crowed, sending Steve into giggles.
Harris is the best chirper on the Centaurs and it's not even close. He gives lines to the players and all Shane can do is boggle.
Ilya only laughs. "Is ghostwriter, like for reading challenge on Drag Race."
Some of what Shane is thinking must show on his face because all Ilya can do is grin.
"You watch Drag Race?"
"I do more than play hockey and fuck like a God, Hollander. I have layers."
me, quietly whispering to the ao3 page of an author who doesn’t even know I exist: I am obsessed with you
me, whispering to the ao3 page of an author who hasn’t updated anything in four years: I think about you often and I hope you’re alright
me, whispering to the ao3 page of an author who wrote one life altering banger and nothing else: I hope your pillow is cool and your skin is clear and you find money in a forgotten jeans pocket
me, whispering to every single person on this post: please leave one singular comment saying literally any of that
Chapter 1 - 2009
Chapter 2 - 2025
Chapter 3? Who knows...
My one and only Ouran High School Host Club fic, written originally because I was sad and I wanted to spread that around.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31124363/chapters/76904516
I have another three chapters written but it's not done yet so we shall see
I'm still updating, hope to finish this year. And I just got this review:
So if you want to read a fic that's older than this person, link is above
Here you see an example of the symbiotic relationship between reader and writer.
Readers, engage with your favourite authors so they keep writing. Writers, engage with your readers so they don't dehydrate.
The Great Buckley/Diaz Un-Valentine's Spectacular
Pure holiday fluff, pre-steddie, written in 2022
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Plans for The Great Buckley/Diaz Un-Valentines Spectacular had been underway for two weeks and Eddie wasn't sure who was more excited Buck or Christopher, the actual child.
"Come on, Eddie. It's a great idea. You're single. Chris is single, unless he met that special someone at recess -" Christopher’s pealing laugh was answer enough.
"And you," Eddie said.
Buck shrugged. "Single and not at all ready to mingle. So what do you say? Heart shaped pizza and movies with no kissing at all? Just a bunch of single bros hanging out?"
"Bro-time," Christopher shouted from the back seat and Eddie turning to see his son fist pumping. "Bros!"
"What are you teaching my child, Buckley?"
Buck just grinned.
Over the ensuing fourteen days the plans had grown from pizza and a movie to, well, The Great Buckley/Diaz Un-Valentines Spectacular.
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I'm not planning to write anything for Heated Rivalry (...yet) but Ilya Rozanov who sets up an anonymous profile on Reddit to "practice his english" (be a bitch on the internet) and has alerts set up in EVERY hockey subreddit so he can be the first person to post WOULD under pictures of Shane Hollander
I posted two stories over the past maybe week and a half and the difference in response is sort of weird. People are LOVING Croptops which of course makes me happy but its surprising because it's a little 600 word drabble where nothing really happens? But For A Good Time, Call is 4 times as long and has more of an actual story and it hasn't gotten much attention at all.
Personally I like both stories and it seems other folks do as well just sort of not sure what it says about my writing on general.