Writers be like: And then I actually had to write it, ya know? And it was so hard. I thought the scene would never work out.
And other writers be like: But it turned out good, right? I hope so. Writing can be so hard sometimes.
And then some more writers pitch in with: Wait, you actually write?
And normal people are sitting there like: If writing is so hard, why do you do it?
And writers be like: That’s not how it works. We don’t call the writing. The writing calls us. Sometimes it’s hell, but the writing demon summoned us to be the writers, and we cannot refuse the call.
But the writers are also like : I refuse the call every other day.
And folks, that’s just what writing is
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Many flowers 💐 Explain some amazing facts of life
I got an email from a reader earlier. The sender was a lovely young woman who had just re-read my first published fic and wanted to tell me how much she enjoyed it—how it made her feel, how it made her smile, how it made her cry, how it made her excited to get home each night and curl up in bed with it, how it helped ease the pain of a difficult patch in her life, and how much she misses it now that it’s over. It was a beautiful letter, and my reaction to it must have been visible enough to make my saner half take notice from across the room. He shot me a questioning look, and I turned the laptop around and gestured to the screen.
I followed his eyes as they scanned each line, saw his lips tip up in a smile that grew broader as he read, then braced myself for the good natured snark I’ve come to expect when my little literary hobby comes up in conversation.
“Wow.” He said. “That was kind of amazing. How does it feel to be someone’s favorite author?”
“Don’t be a dick,” I said, slapping him on the shoulder.
“I’m serious,” he replied, gesturing to the screen. "That’s what she said—right there: You’re my favorite author.”
“I think she means favorite fic author. Not real author.”
“Is there a difference?” He asked.
“Yes,” I said, rolling my eyes. ”Of course there is.”
“Why?”
“Because, as someone in this room who isn’t ME is fond of pointing out, self published gay mystery romance novels aren’t exactly eligible for the pulitzer.” I said, turning the computer back around.
“So what?” he shrugged, “Something you wrote inspired a stranger to sit down write what it meant to them and send it to you. A lot of total strangers, as a matter of fact. You write, people read it and react. That makes you an author.”
“Huh.” I said, very eloquently, then got up and went into the kitchen to start dinner.
Hours later, sitting down to reply to the letter in question I find myself writing this post instead. Because here’s the thing: That wonderfully crazy man who lives in my house is right. (But please don’t tell him I said that)
From the moment I realized that letters made up words and words made up sentences and sentences made up worlds that were mine to explore any time I wanted to I’ve been a reader. I have fallen in love with perfect phrases and epic stories and countless characters pressed between the pages of the thousands of books I’ve read in my life so far—and sitting down to string together those same 26 letters into tens of thousands of words of stories I felt needed telling? That makes me an author.
I have adored the work of countless authors in numerous genres, and the world of fan fic is no exception. I have admired and cherished and savored the words of talented writers whose work is no less legitimate for the fact that their names include random keyboard characters and their words don’t live on bound paper on a shelf.
It’s not JUST fan fic. It’s literature. It’s published. It’s read. It’s loved.
It matters.
Thanks to all of my favorite authors for every word on every page on every screen that I’ve ever loved.
Seeing a person reading your favorite book is seeing a book recommending a person
moodboard by @gender-snatched
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 35,333
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Justin Finch-Fletchley
Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Romance, Friendship, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Bets & Wagers, Rock and Roll, Books, Feelings Realization, Band Fic, Gryffindor & Slytherin Inter-House Friendships
Summary:
Between (literally) killer dares and friends that refuse to just shag already, Blaise knew his eighth year would be anything but dull. Throw Theo Nott into the mix and things just get a whole lot more complicated.
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Starry Night
"I don't know anything with certainty but that the sight of the stars makes me dream." Although Vincent van Gogh is now known and loved by countless people, he didn't have an ounce of fame while he was alive. Starry Night is one of the most famous paintings ever, but at the time, van Gogh called it a failure. In the same way, you have no concept of just how loved you truly are. You're good at looking out for others, and you have a vibe that draws people to you. You are a wonderful addition to this little world, and you don't even see it. But I hope you do someday. Some of your traits are: creative, insecure, and romantic.
what's up, i have a new uquiz called "which van gogh painting are you?" i had a major van gogh hyperfixation for a few weeks. i worked rlly hard on it so pls take it pls
The duality of man
Parts 1 and 2
The tropes are hungry
A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror
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