{"id":110100,"date":"2016-03-12T17:15:26","date_gmt":"2016-03-12T17:15:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2016\/03\/12\/fanfic-author-gothic\/"},"modified":"2016-03-12T17:15:26","modified_gmt":"2016-03-12T17:15:26","slug":"fanfic-author-gothic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2016\/03\/12\/fanfic-author-gothic\/","title":{"rendered":"Fanfic Author Gothic"},"content":{"rendered":"

fabusina<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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thebibliosphere<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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bibliotecaria-d<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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-You always have ideas. When you open a document, they disappear.<\/p>\n

-You have a file full of ideas. It is lost. You open all your files and find hints of ideas mixed in between the lines. None of them connect. You follow them forever, deeper into the folders, until you can\u2019t remember what you were looking for anymore. You end up reading fanfic until 4 AM.<\/p>\n

-You\u2019re not a torturer by profession. It\u2019s merely a hobby. The sadism is a natural skill. <\/p>\n

-Your fingers and wrists hurt from typing when you\u2019re on a roll. You swear you\u2019re not a masochist, but it hurts so good.<\/p>\n

-Readers accuse you of causing them pain. You say you\u2019re sorry, but you\u2019re not. You comfort them while not-so-subtly digging for what caused them the most harm, eager to repeat the trick.<\/p>\n

-Your friends enable you and laugh at your yelling. When you blame them, they claim they didn\u2019t do anything. They never do anything. You no longer remember who started it, only that you\u2019re halfway through the fic and still writing.<\/p>\n

-You have a WIP. You swear you\u2019re going to finish it next. It\u2019s always next. There\u2019s always another fic that has to be written first.<\/p>\n

-Anonymous messages are sent to you, asking you not to acknowledge them publically. You know if you answer they\u2019ll disappear from your inbox. Tumblr has eaten the Ask. Was it ever there in the first place?<\/p>\n

-Someone comments on your fic. You have no idea who they are, but their username looks familiar. Every username looks familiar. You think you know them. They know you. It\u2019s flattering, but you can\u2019t shake the feeling that you should be alarmed by your poor memory.<\/p>\n

-You reblog a writing prompt meme. It\u2019s the same meme you reblogged yesterday. There are symbols instead of numbers, and you hope people will find them more interesting and send you more prompts this time.<\/p>\n

-Promoting your own work is okay. You tell yourself this as you reblog yesterday\u2019s fic post, tensely waiting for a rebuke that never comes.<\/p>\n

-People laugh at something you wrote. You can\u2019t figure out what. When you ask, nobody responds. They never laughed in the first place. You\u2019re not sure you wrote anything.<\/p>\n

-The fic is 50 hours long and 7000 words long; no one cares. A 10 minute speedwrite is reblogged into eternity.<\/p>\n

-The kudos stack up. They are a solid block of names. You can\u2019t read who left them. When you blink and look again, only 10 Guests have left kudos.<\/p>\n

-Your inbox is full. There\u2019s a comment on your fic. It has been edited 17 times. Six more emails come in as you read the initial comment. The numbers in your inbox climb and climb. You can\u2019t find what\u2019s been changed in the comment, but you can\u2019t stop obsessively comparing each message.<\/p>\n

-This comment is a book report. Glee and fear fill you in equal amounts.<\/p>\n

-Someone apologizes for leaving a comment on an old fic. You can\u2019t find who started the absurd rumor that authors don\u2019t like comments on old fics. You plan their murder anyway.<\/p>\n

-You eye your old username and associated fics. You pray that no one ever finds them. You resist the urge to tell people where to look.<\/p>\n

-The fic is finished. You are dead. You are sick of it. You\u2019ve never been so tired in your life. You hate the world. You force yourself to post it, absolutely exhausted, and suddenly can\u2019t sleep for refreshing your inbox. <\/p>\n

-The words multiply. You can\u2019t control them. They eat your brain and come out your eyes. When people try to talk to you, you speak in snatches of character dialogue and narrate unconnected events. They keep talking to you, encouraging you to say more. The words own you now.<\/p>\n

-No one believes you when you say the story is writing itself. You stare in despair at the screen. Why won\u2019t anyone help you?<\/p>\n

-You\u2019ve misspelled \u2018the.\u2019 Autocorrect is wonderful until it\u2019s not. <\/p>\n

-Sleep is for the weak. You dream you\u2019re still writing.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

-The fic is 50 hours long and 7000 words long; no one cares. A 10 minute speedwrite is reblogged into eternity.<\/i><\/p>\n

Hahaha, ah it\u2019s funny because it\u2019s true. *eyetic*<\/i> what do you mean there\u2019s blood coming out of my nose? No, no I\u2019m fine, go right ahead. Reblog the scone post again, I don\u2019t mind.<\/i> <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

-Someone apologizes for leaving a comment on an old fic. You can\u2019t find
\nwho started the absurd rumor that authors don\u2019t like comments on old
\nfics. You plan their murder anyway.<\/i><\/p>\n

GODS OWN TRUTH. Who told readers that there\u2019s a statute of limitations on commenting? Why is apologizing for commenting so common? Who has abused these readers for sincerely expressing their appreciation and affection for fanwork? <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0#also your most popular fic is the one you dislike the most<\/a> #you contemplate deleting it but sometimes it gets linked<\/a> #you pray people click over to your page from it but they never do<\/a>\u00a0(via @dustafterreign<\/a>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

fabusina: thebibliosphere: bibliotecaria-d: -You always have ideas. When you open a document, they disappear. -You have a file full of ideas. It is lost. You open all your files and find hints of ideas mixed in between the lines. None of them connect. You follow them forever, deeper into the folders, until you can\u2019t remember … <\/p>\n

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