A conversation went by a couple weeks ago–I believe it involved earlgreytea68 and girlofthemirrorjohnlock–about some jackass who had written a critique of fanfiction as problematically conflict-less. At the time I meant to respond to it, but as so often happens in this modern world, I got overtaken by real life before I could. Now it’s gone, and I am left only with a vague memory of having wanted to say, “Let me tell you why you, like all straight men who start reading fanfiction and become appalled by it and then write articles about why it’s bad for us, are full of it!”
But instead, now, I want to talk about conflict, and what people want from narrative, and how that might affect fanfiction. Because I have been thinking a lot lately about our cultural addiction to violence.
This is the writing I love, both to read and to create.
Will I throw in angst? Sure. But it doesn’t cross into despair.
Will I throw in uncertainty? Absolutely. But I always write a happy ending, even if it takes a sequel to get there.
The presence of tragedy doesn’t automatically mean a story has Deep Meaning and Significance. The absence of tragedy doesn’t mean a story is shallow, worthless fluff.
Because let’s face it. The world sucks. 2016 has been terrible and we’re only halfway through it. I have enough tragedy in real life. I don’t want it in the stories I read or the stories I write.
Your daily reminder that not everyone has access to doctors, not everyone can afford doctors and some people have medical related trauma or cannot see doctors for other reasons
and your opposition of self diagnosis throws every single one of these people under the bus
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