Because it's a pet peeve, damn it.
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apocalypsosYou know what bugs me? When you say, "You know what I'd really love to read/love someone to write for me?" and then throw out a plotbunny, and people are like, "Well, if you want to see that so much, why don't YOU write it?"
Because it's not the same thing.
Yeah, I could write the fic where Jensen and Jared are rival romance novelists who both discover they're actually guys behind their female pseudonyms at a con and proceed to bicker before they fuck like bunnies, or the one where Parker and Brittany discover they're sisters, or the magical roommates!J2 AU. God knows I could write all of them, but I want to READ all of them. If I write it, that's great, but it doesn't kill my urge to read somebody else's version of it. I mean, I really rather desperately want to write a post-apocalyptic massive-epidemic story. It still doesn't change the fact that I want to read "The Stand" and any other killer-plague novel that gets released.
There's an entirely different kind of enjoyment one gets out of writing something than they do out of reading something, and there's an entirely different kind of enjoyment one gets out of reading something than they do out of reading something they themselves wrote. My writing a plotbunny I really desperately wanted to read isn't going to make me forget all of the plot points or jokes or turns of the phrase I wrote into the story. I want a delightful surprise, and no matter how well I may execute a plot bunny I really want to read, I'm not going to get surprised by anything in the story no matter how hard I try to forget what I wrote.
It's not about laziness or ordering people around or a lack of creativity. It's just me -- and a lot of other people -- being able to say, "You know what I would like to read somebody else's version of?"
*
The cat attempted to wake me up at 3 AM. It had to be 3 AM, because I shoved him away and rolled over and the next thing I knew, there were birds tweeting loudly outside my window and I couldn't get back to sleep, and it turned out to be 5 AM.
Which is fantastic, really, because I initially lay down on the couch at 7 pm and slept the whole night through. Urgh, I fail.
*
I got a call back from Wegmans about part-time work! They're going to do a phone interview with me on Saturday morning, so hopefully they'll hire me on and I can make a few extra bucks to pay my bills.
I also got a call back from the bankruptcy lawyer. We'll see how things pan out, but here's hoping I can go through with it, because there's no way in hell I can pay back the credit card debt I inflicted upon myself as a stupid college student.
*
I'm off the phones at work as of today. This also means I don't have to go into work until 11 in the morning again. I have no idea what I'll be doing today since they changed our teams since I moved into training three weeks ago, but I'll just be happy to go back to my desk for a change. I'm comfy there, damn it.
Because it's not the same thing.
Yeah, I could write the fic where Jensen and Jared are rival romance novelists who both discover they're actually guys behind their female pseudonyms at a con and proceed to bicker before they fuck like bunnies, or the one where Parker and Brittany discover they're sisters, or the magical roommates!J2 AU. God knows I could write all of them, but I want to READ all of them. If I write it, that's great, but it doesn't kill my urge to read somebody else's version of it. I mean, I really rather desperately want to write a post-apocalyptic massive-epidemic story. It still doesn't change the fact that I want to read "The Stand" and any other killer-plague novel that gets released.
There's an entirely different kind of enjoyment one gets out of writing something than they do out of reading something, and there's an entirely different kind of enjoyment one gets out of reading something than they do out of reading something they themselves wrote. My writing a plotbunny I really desperately wanted to read isn't going to make me forget all of the plot points or jokes or turns of the phrase I wrote into the story. I want a delightful surprise, and no matter how well I may execute a plot bunny I really want to read, I'm not going to get surprised by anything in the story no matter how hard I try to forget what I wrote.
It's not about laziness or ordering people around or a lack of creativity. It's just me -- and a lot of other people -- being able to say, "You know what I would like to read somebody else's version of?"
*
The cat attempted to wake me up at 3 AM. It had to be 3 AM, because I shoved him away and rolled over and the next thing I knew, there were birds tweeting loudly outside my window and I couldn't get back to sleep, and it turned out to be 5 AM.
Which is fantastic, really, because I initially lay down on the couch at 7 pm and slept the whole night through. Urgh, I fail.
*
I got a call back from Wegmans about part-time work! They're going to do a phone interview with me on Saturday morning, so hopefully they'll hire me on and I can make a few extra bucks to pay my bills.
I also got a call back from the bankruptcy lawyer. We'll see how things pan out, but here's hoping I can go through with it, because there's no way in hell I can pay back the credit card debt I inflicted upon myself as a stupid college student.
*
I'm off the phones at work as of today. This also means I don't have to go into work until 11 in the morning again. I have no idea what I'll be doing today since they changed our teams since I moved into training three weeks ago, but I'll just be happy to go back to my desk for a change. I'm comfy there, damn it.
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Date: 2010-06-03 09:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-03 10:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-03 11:16 am (UTC)See, now I want to read this. A lot.
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Date: 2010-06-03 01:11 pm (UTC)"So--" "So--"
Awkward pause.
"Yougofirst," the older one blurted out.
"Okay," the younger one replied. "...how do I know you're not just a time-travel version of me?"
"Time travel's not real."
"...oh."
Siiiiiiiiiip.
"So what do you do?"
"I..." the older one paused for a moment, thinking of a tasteful way to describe her profession. "Ifixthings. For people."
"One time I broke a pinball. Could you fix that?"
"What's a pinball?"
"It's one of those balls they attach to the top of pins to make them easier to take out."
Pause.
"I didn't know what the name for that was." Another pause. "Thankyou."
"You're welcome."
Small sip.
"So what do you do?"
The younger one thought for a second, before proudly stating, "I'm an artist."
"That's... nice," the older one said. "What kind of art?"
"Fingernails, mostly. And my cat."
Sip.
"Oh, and I also do cheerleading. And glee club."
"Glee club?"
"It's this place where the uncool people sing songs and don't have sex with each other."
"Oh."
Sip.
Pause.
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.
"Wanna make out?"
... :D
Date: 2010-06-03 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-03 06:19 pm (UTC)*nods*
I hate the whole "Write it yourself!" thing...
apocalyptic fic
Date: 2010-06-03 08:38 pm (UTC)it had radiation in it too.
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Date: 2010-06-03 11:42 pm (UTC)OMG that would be amazing
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Date: 2010-06-04 01:41 am (UTC)Because it's not the same thing.
I think of it like making breakfast. Sure, I can make myself a damn fine breakfast. Delicious if I take the time. But even if I do that most days of the weak, there's always a different taste if someone else makes breakfast for you. Not better or worse (okay, sometimes better), but special. Worth appreciating, because it is not like your own.