Discussion You Know You're a Fan Fiction Writer When...

Oh, I just write them down on my phone. I think I have an entire "note" just for that. Once I saw the name Chic Ciccolini the Third...

 

...when you change thematic elements in your fic for a specific fandom and it affects how readers respond.

 

...When you wish you could make a Drew Struzan-like cover art for your fic.

 

Who's Drew Struzan? And like what does that mean??

 

^He's the artist who's done these cover illustrations for the SW films:

 

Ooooooohhhhhh.

 

Nobody understood the brilliant bizareness of my joke and now I feel lonely and sad.

No, I don't. I know I'm brilliantly bizarre.

YKYAFFWW you somehow manage to crunch one DDC entry and two short stories within less than two hours, to meet the deadlines...

...and theeen you realise you didn't write all paragraphs in the third story...

...but you will do that later...

...you wake up the next day and you're like...huh?!

That last name has...associations to some things you might not want to associate a character to. An Italian porn star.

But who was the IRL person that inspired him? A total badass.

#shamelesslypromotingpeopleotherthanteslaandđoković

 

(double post)

 

Also an Italian-French pianist, a furniture store in New York City, the vice president of Johnson Controls... all of which came up in Google before said "actor", so for most people, you're probably just fine to use Ciccolini.

 

I wasn't actually going to use it the name.I just thought it sounded ... Intersting... You know, for being in movie credits. Another thing I find cool about movie credits, especially of older movies, is that you can usually tell what the popular names were in that time.

 

...When you think of a prompt work and your muse says 'Meh'. Then, your board friend recommends the same prompt and the muse is, like, YEAH!

 

....you procrastinate working on your stories by writing a fanon post

 

...when you really did set an alarm to wake you up at 3 in the morning so you could sneak downstairs and write with the house to yourself.... but then the stupid alarm doesn't work (or I was just sleeping too deeply for it to wake me up... but that seems pretty unlikely, I don't sleep that well )

 

...when, suddenly superhero romances are a thing and your muse knocks you upside the head and says: "fandom, matters not. Being are beings no matter what book, show, movie, or game they are in."

...when you suddenly wonder how Han Solo would handle Natasha Romanov.
Lando/Hope Van Dyne.
Nyota Uhura/Steve Rogers
Hera S./T'Challa
J. Kirk/Leia Organa
Tandy Bowen (Dagger)/Checkov

The CRACK is making me...MAD! (not in an angry way.) Somebody stop me!

 

...when you watch a series of Suicide Squad clips on Youtube, including a slow motion scene of Harley Quinn's gun being thrown from one character to another, and think, Hang on, that's a Chiappo Rhino 60DS, because you had Googled .357 Magnum pics to provide one for one of your own characters.

 

...when a new show premiers that you really like and you're looking for angle to write. Carter.

 

YKYAFFWW you trim the fingernails super short so you can type like the wind.

 

...when you're still not letting a nonagenarian tie a government official to a chair, no matter how funny it would be in final.

 

...when it's taken you decades to recognize that Thrawn is a Gary Stue...and a split second to be ok with it.

 

. . . . you have an AU in mind but you are struggling with a concept and whether or not Han helping a street urchin out of the goodness of his heart would be in character or if him helping them would come off forced but after watching Solo you realize that as a former street urchin he would possibly have compassion on them and help them.

 

When you go back and forth on whether to put a link to your fanfic in your signature or not. (I feel weird advertising.)

 

...when your influence seems to be rubbing off rather strongly as your five-year-old brother has already created a Star Wars OC

 

...when you are challenged to write a pleasant outing between two plantonically romantic friends and you can't stop front loading with all their baggage.

 

I, too, have mused upon my addiction to angst.