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I just got plotbunnied for what to do about the weird consent issues with Yennefer and the djinn. featuring my middle-aged Jaskier. fuck.
on the downside, it’s more writing and i wasn’t going to take this long a break from original stuff. (i got feedback on the novella and it was. Real mixed. Sigh. Mostly what I expected but like. No simple answers, there: the real answer is that i have to write the novel. Which I have failed at, over and over again, for fifteen years now. Oh, seventeen years. Even better.)
But. On the upside, probably threesomes, which like. How do I resist that???
And people have been so dang nice about the Witcher stuff I’ve posted. Comments, reblogs, feedback, happy squee. How do I push all that aside to slave away on something I feel compelled to tell but which clearly does not feel compelled to be told? And then I could publish it, for what? To sell it for money? Listen I’ve looked into what authors make and it’ll be like, if I’m lucky I’ll eventually earn enough in royalties to have paid myself something like a quarter of minimum wage for having written it. Yes, it’d be something entirely new and different and I’d be able to bring this thing into the world and finally share it, but it’ll be so much work, and not that many people will eventually read it, most likely. And authors don’t really get paid, so it’s not like my tiny audience paying money for it will somehow do anything other than complicate my taxes and give me some weird little veneer of respectability that won’t make a lick of difference to anyone who matters. (I am not even contemplating trying to shop for an agent because I know my ADHD ass is not even remotely capable of dealing with that; it’d be selfpub or it sits in a drawer, so.)
Or I can write fanfic and get feedback.
Sigh. So, I guess I’m pumped for weird threesomes.
I just got plotbunnied for what to do about the weird consent issues with Yennefer and the djinn. featuring my middle-aged Jaskier. fuck.
on the downside, it’s more writing and i wasn’t going to take this long a break from original stuff. (i got feedback on the novella and it was. Real mixed. Sigh. Mostly what I expected but like. No simple answers, there: the real answer is that i have to write the novel. Which I have failed at, over and over again, for fifteen years now. Oh, seventeen years. Even better.)
But. On the upside, probably threesomes, which like. How do I resist that???
And people have been so dang nice about the Witcher stuff I’ve posted. Comments, reblogs, feedback, happy squee. How do I push all that aside to slave away on something I feel compelled to tell but which clearly does not feel compelled to be told? And then I could publish it, for what? To sell it for money? Listen I’ve looked into what authors make and it’ll be like, if I’m lucky I’ll eventually earn enough in royalties to have paid myself something like a quarter of minimum wage for having written it. Yes, it’d be something entirely new and different and I’d be able to bring this thing into the world and finally share it, but it’ll be so much work, and not that many people will eventually read it, most likely. And authors don’t really get paid, so it’s not like my tiny audience paying money for it will somehow do anything other than complicate my taxes and give me some weird little veneer of respectability that won’t make a lick of difference to anyone who matters. (I am not even contemplating trying to shop for an agent because I know my ADHD ass is not even remotely capable of dealing with that; it’d be selfpub or it sits in a drawer, so.)
Or I can write fanfic and get feedback.
Sigh. So, I guess I’m pumped for weird threesomes.
