Jan. 13th, 2016

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Played squash today for the first time in a... half decade? And it felt glorious.

So behind on [community profile] snowflake_challenge, but here's a shot:

Day 11: In your own space, make a list of at least 3 things that you like about yourself.

  • I seem to write all right?

  • I'm pretty quick on the uptake?

  • I, er, try not to be an ass to others?


Day 12: What makes you fannish? And by that we mean, what is it about a tv show/movie/book/band/podcast/etc that takes you from, "Yeah, I like that," to "I need MOAR!!!" Is it a character? A plotline? The pretty? Subtext that’s just screaming to be acknowledged?

In your own space, tell us what it is that gets you to cross that line into fandom.


Hm. The more I think about this, the more I think it's seeing other people be fannish? I've had a lot of interest in things beaten out of me, whether by school or brain problems or life or exhaustion. But reading great things by inspired people, or hanging around a group of excited folk – that helps me get into things.

On a more tropeish level: incomplete things make me fannish. It's supremely hard for me to get into fan stuff for canons I feel are pretty complete on their own – The Culture, for example, or a lot of Le Guin's stuff, even though I've tried hard to write for them. But things with a lot of potential that are badly executed or abbreviated ping me: Prince of Tennis (the former) and Hikaru no Go (the latter) are examples. Strong concepts, strong relationships – it's why I like reading Homestuck even if I can't be arsed with its canon.

I've struggled to get into fandom these last few years, so this is a particularly hard question. I'm still waiting for a fire to get lit beneath me – I honestly do think a few too many years scraping the bottom of the depression barrel has to do with this. But there's nothing a good fic won't solve... *g*

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax