Yesterday I got a few – what I thought were – random comments on my homepage, all starting off with, “Eric sent me…” And I was like…
Had he somehow managed to come to life? Why hadn’t he come to see me himself? Was it my love of all things Skarsgard that kept him away?
I didn’t get it, until I played a round of, “Google me this, Batman,” and found out there’s been some recent discord in our fandom. Living under a ridiculously huge pile of peanuts, covered in a just as ridiculously huge amount of squirrels, I’d had no clue. And while I’m not going to rehash anything or pick at any scabs, after reading 4padfoot’s post, I will say I applaud her and sadly, I agree that our small fandom seems to be taking its last breaths.
And this happening today only drove the point home:
I was walking through the Base Exchange earlier today. Air Force folks refer to it as the BX, while Army folks call it the PX, but it’s all the same thing: A retail complex catering to active duty, reserve, and retired military members and their families.
In the mall area of the exchange there are smaller shops and kiosks, with vendors selling various wares, and today there happened to be a woman selling a couple of books she had written and – I’m guessing – had self-published.
Walking out of the main BX, with my overpriced carton of cigarettes in hand, she smiled at me and asked, “Do you like to read?”
DO I?!?! I LOVE TO!
But not wanting to scare the seemingly nice normal lady, with the filthy fangy things popping up in my mind, I only smiled and playfully replied, “About vampires, I do.”
Little did she know…
“Oh,” she smil-aced (a forced smile through a grimace). And then politely dismissing me, using a tone that all but screamed I was 50 Shades of Illiterate, she said, “Uh…no. There are no vampires in these books.”
Her preciouses, obviously.
So, yeah. Our fandom is shrinking and to the mainstream, we’re obviously all high to still be hanging around. But I say fuck those dicks and their I’m-better-than-you-and-you-can-read-all-about-it-for-$12 bullshit.
I’ve already tied myself to Eric’s tree trunk (take that to mean however you want 😉 ) and I’m not going anywhere. I’m in it for the long haul and I truly love and appreciate that any of you spend your precious-non-bitch-like free time reading whatever nonsense that makes its way from my nonsensical brain to a Word doc. I love hearing from you and I encourage you to leave kind words of support for every author whose stories you’ve enjoyed.
So on that note, I want to remind – or maybe even inform – everyone that voting for the You Want Blood Awards reopened at 12 noon EST today and will remain open for 24 hours. I’m not asking you to vote for me, by any means, but I am asking you to vote for any of the deserving nominees on the ballot. They all deserve to win and to be recognized for their hard work.
And if any of your favorite fics or authors aren’t on the ballot, it would be great to let them know you appreciate them by letting them know it in a review.
That doubly applies to the organizers of the awards and if I had life-sized chocolate GP’s to hand out, I would mail them out to all of them.
So as soon as Eric makes his way to my house, I’ll get right on it.
Both his GP and making a mold of it for chocolate ones. 😉
And speaking of a gracious plenty of nonsense…