Love song for a fanfiction notebook
So here I was, thinking that my beloved Stationery Product of Honor had been missing for nearly five months now, and I was never going to marshal the will to rewrite the things that I had written in it, so I might as well just release my damn Ike and Elincia project that's been in progress well over a year now into the wilds of the internet, because there are 14/20 parts finished and I wouldn't really want all that work to languish on my computer forever. But I decided it was worth one last look around my house for my notebook, because damn it, I miss that thing way too much.
And lo!
It was found!
I cannot express how much this has eased my spirit, particularly the part of it that measures my personal worth based on the tiny amount of fanfiction I manage to share with other people. I would celebrate by sharing the thing that I was writing at the time I lost it, but honestly I don't think there's much of an audience outside of me for weird, discombobulated 100yearsinthefuture Soren/Micaiah that's actually more like Soren/Ike and Micaiah/Daein (with a side of Micaiah/some-guy-who's-probably-either-Pelleas-or-Sothe-maybe-both) and there's kind of sex in it, which is weird because I wrote it and I'm usually too shy and virginal to mention things like that, but mostly there's angst and mind-reading - but you know what, I can read it now, along with all the other strange things I have dreamed up in the pages of this duct-taped, unidentified rodent-eaten book, and that is what matters.
And lo!
It was found!
I cannot express how much this has eased my spirit, particularly the part of it that measures my personal worth based on the tiny amount of fanfiction I manage to share with other people. I would celebrate by sharing the thing that I was writing at the time I lost it, but honestly I don't think there's much of an audience outside of me for weird, discombobulated 100yearsinthefuture Soren/Micaiah that's actually more like Soren/Ike and Micaiah/Daein (with a side of Micaiah/some-guy-who's-probably-either-Pelleas-or-Sothe-maybe-both) and there's kind of sex in it, which is weird because I wrote it and I'm usually too shy and virginal to mention things like that, but mostly there's angst and mind-reading - but you know what, I can read it now, along with all the other strange things I have dreamed up in the pages of this duct-taped, unidentified rodent-eaten book, and that is what matters.