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Starting over
Jun. 23rd, 2021 05:22 pmI deleted both of my tumblr accounts. I was looking for a way to connect with a new fandom, but it just never happened. I got chased away from comments allowance by people who hated the way I wrote a character so nastily it threatened my pleasure in writing.
I think COVID gave me a false sense of community. I had joined in March, got sent home in April. Through the spring and summer the pitch perfect fandom was lively and active. I participated in my first (and only) rare pair week. I joined another week where we created based upon Taylor Swift albums. I wrote my first 50 k chapter style fan fiction story and my first series.
But the unpleasantness of people who complain I don’t write the way they see the characters, or who have knock down drag outs unrelated to the fictions but splitting the fandom into factions were just overwhelming. I remember when a group of xenaphils had a picnic together. I don’t see that happening these days.
So I am starting over. I may never do more than have these two posts, but I remember a time I didn’t mind sharing my thoughts on a journal. I remember a time when the internet was a friendly place.
Maybe I’m just too old school. I dont know. But when in doubt, go back to the last time things worked.
I’m just afraid there’s no going home.
I think COVID gave me a false sense of community. I had joined in March, got sent home in April. Through the spring and summer the pitch perfect fandom was lively and active. I participated in my first (and only) rare pair week. I joined another week where we created based upon Taylor Swift albums. I wrote my first 50 k chapter style fan fiction story and my first series.
But the unpleasantness of people who complain I don’t write the way they see the characters, or who have knock down drag outs unrelated to the fictions but splitting the fandom into factions were just overwhelming. I remember when a group of xenaphils had a picnic together. I don’t see that happening these days.
So I am starting over. I may never do more than have these two posts, but I remember a time I didn’t mind sharing my thoughts on a journal. I remember a time when the internet was a friendly place.
Maybe I’m just too old school. I dont know. But when in doubt, go back to the last time things worked.
I’m just afraid there’s no going home.
