So... I disappeared from the fandom for a year. Almost to the day, eerily enough.
I feel like a right jackass for simply vanishing with no warning or anything. And then in the meantime you continue to win really hard with the fic, so that when I actually stumble across the ToC, it’s done. Wow. And there’s so much HOT too! I mean, holy shit. There is hotness that is deserving of far more ridiculous metaphors than I can come up with after staying up until 4:40 reading to catch up. Like the collective coronal temperature of a binary blue giant star system! See, ‘cuz it’s binary, and there’s Harry as one of the stars, and Bob as the other… but they’re eternally bound to each other in orbit and blue giants are the hottest star class, and putting Harry and Bob together is like taking the collective coronal temperatures so that, um… like I said: deserves better. But yes. Holy shit.
I’m really sorry that I just up and went poof from the fandom. I can’t even really claim that my life got overwhelming (though it certainly did at times). It was more that… See, I sometimes get weird fandom upheavals so that, while I never really seem to lose a fandom, it can fall from prominence when a new one gets highlighted. And in this case, partly the ‘fandom’ that took over had the unfair advantage of being the convoluted result of my own brain, and had stolen Harry and Bob and stuck them in a different world and then evolved them into somewhat different characters, that I was still madly in love with. But this world also had the audacity of the lure of allowing me to play as I willed, far beyond regular fic, in that I was crafting the whole world from the bedrock up. Kind of literally (there were Play-Doh models involved at one point), and then there’s the sheer siren call of the bits and pieces of story that were floating around in my head and… well, I’ve never been particularly good at multi-tasking.
The Dresden Files and your fics fell unfairly by the wayside. It became a case of “I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference,” but if you’ll permit me to carry the same poem as a metaphor, but this time to refute it, even “knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back,” I have managed it through the wonder that is the internet! Hopefully, you have some patience for prodigal readers because here I be.
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Date: 2009-06-13 08:57 am (UTC)I feel like a right jackass for simply vanishing with no warning or anything. And then in the meantime you continue to win really hard with the fic, so that when I actually stumble across the ToC, it’s done. Wow. And there’s so much HOT too! I mean, holy shit. There is hotness that is deserving of far more ridiculous metaphors than I can come up with after staying up until 4:40 reading to catch up. Like the collective coronal temperature of a binary blue giant star system! See, ‘cuz it’s binary, and there’s Harry as one of the stars, and Bob as the other… but they’re eternally bound to each other in orbit and blue giants are the hottest star class, and putting Harry and Bob together is like taking the collective coronal temperatures so that, um… like I said: deserves better. But yes. Holy shit.
I’m really sorry that I just up and went poof from the fandom. I can’t even really claim that my life got overwhelming (though it certainly did at times). It was more that… See, I sometimes get weird fandom upheavals so that, while I never really seem to lose a fandom, it can fall from prominence when a new one gets highlighted. And in this case, partly the ‘fandom’ that took over had the unfair advantage of being the convoluted result of my own brain, and had stolen Harry and Bob and stuck them in a different world and then evolved them into somewhat different characters, that I was still madly in love with. But this world also had the audacity of the lure of allowing me to play as I willed, far beyond regular fic, in that I was crafting the whole world from the bedrock up. Kind of literally (there were Play-Doh models involved at one point), and then there’s the sheer siren call of the bits and pieces of story that were floating around in my head and… well, I’ve never been particularly good at multi-tasking.
The Dresden Files and your fics fell unfairly by the wayside. It became a case of “I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference,” but if you’ll permit me to carry the same poem as a metaphor, but this time to refute it, even “knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back,” I have managed it through the wonder that is the internet!
Hopefully, you have some patience for prodigal readers because here I be.
Hi. (P.S. I really like it.)