I often find myself pondering this - what if? What if I devote all my life to really bloody fanfics and not experiencing real life? What if I actually commit and start writing my own? What if I actually start writing 'real' fiction?
I won't even start on the 'what if's' in my real life?
I don't understand why these fics pull me in, why the characters mean so much to me? But, hell, I've been a fanfic groupie since I was like 11, a decade before I really got into the Net. I was stunningly a female Autobot named Hologram, hence the name... lol. I loved Transformers back then, still do as toys and a kick-ass movie but not fanfic anymore. Now I'm an X-Man... Tragic, I know, but whataya gonna do? I like it, and I guess I'm only accountable to me.
I haven't actually posted anything yet, I written a few but they never feel polished enough for me - I'd rather lose myself in someone else's well-crafted plot than feel any more of a failure than I sometimes do.
I realise this puts me up from mockery from some of the sites I frequent, not mentioning just in case! But sod it! It's my life, well, computer/internet life. And I'm forever a Rayne and Romy shipper. And it's great that there's so many out there in cyberspace just like me.
I don't mean to whinge but I felt like a rant.
What if indeed.
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