Fear and Loving in Fanfiction

So…the other day, I created a Tumblr. For fanfiction.

Let’s just go on ahead and get that out there. Take a deep breath. And now, we’ll diagram the sentence.

So: in which I create the air of “Man, have I got something to tell you.”
… : my chosen form of writing the action of scratching the back of my neck sheepishly.
The other day: this is a recent development.
I: that’s right, me.
Created: set up, somewhere far away, in the lands of This is Not Under my Name for Reals.
A Tumblr: a type of blog that’s a lot like Livejournal where people are very passionate about things they like.
. : another pause here. Another breath.
For fanfiction: for the purposes of writing and sharing online fictional works based on established characters from comic, cartoon, movie or television series.

This was how I started writing, you guys. The first writing I did was fanfiction. It was looking at other people’s playgrounds and jumping in the sandbox. It was picking up their dolls and shooting them out of cannons. It was painting on top of their pictures.

I am so happy. I haven’t felt so creatively vibrant in a long time. Even when doing NaNo, there was a certain degree of very, very, very hard work. This is fun. This is a playdate with myself. It’s changed everything for me.

I stopped doing fanfiction around early-ish college. At some point, someone somewhere – maybe just in my own head – said to me, “Okay, this has been fun, but if you’re going to be a Serious Writer(TM), you have to get into original work. Time to pack up the Barbies and get into the meatgrinder, kiddo.”

In fact, when I mentioned this whole development to someone recently, they asked me – with no malicious intent or anything – frankly, “So how are you going to monetize that?”

I couldn’t help balking. Because that’s not what this is about. This is just for me. This is a treat. This is a damn delight. And even if the stories themselves won’t see the light of publishing sunshine, the good lines and aspects of situations and adventures absolutely will. It’s dancing to a song on the radio. It’s making a sandwich. There’s no other goal to it than making something that wasn’t there and enjoying it.

When’s the last time you did something really crazy and fun? I recommend it.

Love Letters and Unicorns

Yesterday, that picture I did from the Last Unicorn got reblogged by Peter S. Beagle’s official Tumblr. Holy shit, guys. Do you even know the noises I made?*

Understandably, my Tumblr went…kind of insane. And in doing so, I got to take a look at the old site, and I realized…I really, really love Tumblr.

So I wrote about it here and you should read it. I feel it’s only appropriate that my little letter stay on Tumblr, otherwise it would be kind of like giving that note about being someone’s prom date to someone other than that person. Don’t worry, you don’t need a Tumblr to view it, but afterwards you might just want one. And I’m not even being paid to say that.**

*To summarize, it was kind of like how Spielberg spliced together a bunch of different animals to make the T-Rex roars in Jurassic Park. In this case, it was like…a dolphin, a howler monkey, a colicky baby and Michael Jackson.

**Call me maybe?