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So, I was all set to do the fanfic author appreciation thing.
Except I can't think of anything to say. At least, nothing that's anywhere near as effusive as I managed for Speranza. Because I adore a great many authors, but Speranza's work? I pretty much worship.
I should have done her last.
Because she's... for me, yeah, she's up there with people like Terry Pratchett, writing-wise.
Like, you have the authors who have written one or two good fics. You have authors who write one or two good fandoms (and then they try to branch out, and you wince because they were so good at their original fandoms and now... just no). You have authors that always write great porn. Some write great gen and can create plots that thrill you. Some can make you believe that characters are actually talking. Authors that make you cry and laugh and love.
There are a good four or five dozen authors that I could rec as being undeniably great, approaching brilliant.
But, just as there are many wonderful authors in the world, but there is only one PTerry; there is only one Speranza. Speranza is who I secretly long to write like, in my heart of hearts (and not so secretly, at times). And, as I mentioned in my post, she hits my list of favorite authors ever.
Not favorite fic authors but favorite authors, period.
Yeeeeah. Really shoulda done her last.
In other news? I've been in the best mood the last couple of days. It's the side-effect of confession plus the giddy joy of really great news. The guests at BV haven't managed to annoy me at all so far this week. Normally, I'm irritated by the end of Monday. But, god, confession really is good for the soul. I just keep randomly smiling recently. For no reason, just because I'm happy.
I mean, I thought I was happy before, but I still had this low-level anxiety where I was questioning myself. And now that I have that measure of faith in myself back, I can do stuff like admit that I briefly wrote horrible Herc non-con at age sixteen, which I would have died before pointing out before.
So, I was all set to do the fanfic author appreciation thing.
Except I can't think of anything to say. At least, nothing that's anywhere near as effusive as I managed for Speranza. Because I adore a great many authors, but Speranza's work? I pretty much worship.
I should have done her last.
Because she's... for me, yeah, she's up there with people like Terry Pratchett, writing-wise.
Like, you have the authors who have written one or two good fics. You have authors who write one or two good fandoms (and then they try to branch out, and you wince because they were so good at their original fandoms and now... just no). You have authors that always write great porn. Some write great gen and can create plots that thrill you. Some can make you believe that characters are actually talking. Authors that make you cry and laugh and love.
There are a good four or five dozen authors that I could rec as being undeniably great, approaching brilliant.
But, just as there are many wonderful authors in the world, but there is only one PTerry; there is only one Speranza. Speranza is who I secretly long to write like, in my heart of hearts (and not so secretly, at times). And, as I mentioned in my post, she hits my list of favorite authors ever.
Not favorite fic authors but favorite authors, period.
Yeeeeah. Really shoulda done her last.
In other news? I've been in the best mood the last couple of days. It's the side-effect of confession plus the giddy joy of really great news. The guests at BV haven't managed to annoy me at all so far this week. Normally, I'm irritated by the end of Monday. But, god, confession really is good for the soul. I just keep randomly smiling recently. For no reason, just because I'm happy.
I mean, I thought I was happy before, but I still had this low-level anxiety where I was questioning myself. And now that I have that measure of faith in myself back, I can do stuff like admit that I briefly wrote horrible Herc non-con at age sixteen, which I would have died before pointing out before.
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Date: 2005-03-10 11:22 pm (UTC)Vis a vis the academic lingo--yes, there's a lingo, the way doctors have a lingo and dentists have a lingo and mechanics have a lingo. I'm not one of these people who thinks jargon is bad--jargon is useful when it allows you to get a complicated concept across to someone else who also knows the lingo in fewer words than normal; it's a useful shorthand. But it's only shorthand if you've done the debate before. (Same thing with fannish lingo--we know what we mean when we say it's a first time, noncon slash story with a Mary Sue written by a BNF in DS. *G*) Anyway, yeah, when people who've had similar training want to communicate fast, they might drop into lingo--and there's nothing good or bad about that, IMO. I mean, not all conversations are equally accessible to everyone at all times; sometimes I don't know what people are talking about because it's a fandom I don't know, and I nod and feel stupid. Academia is like another fandom I have, is all, though mainly, because it's work, I try to keep it out of my fannish life when I can!