So, Courage passed the 16K kudos mark today. This also means it cracked the top 10 pages on A03 for HR sorted by kudos.
(Mandatory disclaimer that kudos is an arbitrary marker of "success" & there's many diamonds in the rough that deserve more).
But it's noteworthy to me, because I really never expected this fic to be popular. So thank you. Truly. Every single comment, kudos, bookmark, [positive] DM, and recommendation blows my mind. I'm honoured. Humbled. Truly thankful.
Honestly, I kinda expected it to be openly reviled. I expected criticism. & maybe a handful of people reading.
Because I've been pretty open in the fic notes that I don't love the latter part of TLG. I think both Shane & Ilya deserved better. The plot devices itch. I hate the not-a-plane-crash.
All to say, when the first round of comments appeared saying I hated Shane, I wasn't surprised. It hurt but… I got it. Internalized hate is hard to read. Or understand, how it persists. & how no plane crash would magic it away.
Plus, Courage is about Ilya & Shane… but it's also not…
When I posted the first chapter, I was sitting on my dad's couch in Calgary working out some complicated feelings about the Alberta, which I love, and the Alberta, which I hate. I'm not sure how these two things co-exist. It scares me that there's a non-zero possibility that to see my family one day, I might need a passport. That a place where my family rests might despise me.
All of this should sound familiar.
It's not simple. Life isn't. And there's no deus ex machina coming to save me, like it saved Shane. Maybe that's why TLG drives me crazy.
But when I think of Alberta, I don't first think of the politics.
I think of the mountains. Of open skies. Of long flat roads. Of chinooks. Of needing directions and looking west and being orientated again, no matter where I stood.
I think of how lost souls go west.
I miss it. I just can't reconcile it. And I don't think a not-a-plane-crash will save me.
All to say, it's crazy that this fic is popular. It blows my mind every day. Every comment (like the following one) both makes me irrationally happy and sad:
Like what's your mountain? Can you tell me? When you get the top is it worth it? I need to know. I'm glad this spoke to you because I keep looking west, but there's no fucking mountains here to help me out.
Anyway, if you made it this far in my ramble: thank you for reading this (and the fic).
It all still blows my mind.