Yesterday, when I was responding to a Jon Gibbs post asking who your first commenter was
, I wrote that this place gets under your skin. Jon said that LJ inspires him to write more and better fiction, and I appreciate where he’s coming from. The posts about writing, the interaction with other authors, and the general sense of camaraderie are a real boon if you want to be a writer.
For the fan, this place is comfortable. The signal-to-noise ratio is pretty low, people tend not to jump up and down and scream “Look at me!” too much, and in general this is the sort of crowd you’d not mind hanging out on a Friday night with. These aren’t the lampshade-on-head partiers, and it suits me perfectly.
There’s a certain amount of fanboyism here, and I’m guilty of that as much as the next person. A sure sign of where I rank authors in my fanboy strata is that I’d much rather meet the authors on my reading list than a movie star anyday. (That even includes that Hines character, who is a wild man when Coke Zero is around. Or so I’ve been told.) The people on LJ, however, expose a bit of themselves and their struggles, making themselves tangible in the process. Twitter is too akin to a sound byte for my taste; an LJ post by comparison will draw you inside someone’s head for a while.
With all of the discussion about writing going on, it’s only natural that I would get the urge to start typing away. Not that it’s a new phenomenon; I tried writing when I was younger, and when I was in Pern fandom more than a decade ago I turned to fanfic. Given the passage of time –and innumerable online posts later- I was surprised to find the twitching in my fingers coming back.
Satisfying that urge hasn’t been easy. Some of it leached away by keeping this LJ current. Another part of it has been devoted to the World of Warcraft blog
I was invited to join several months ago. Still, there has been enough left over that I’ve returned to pounding the keyboard, thinking of story, plot, and character development.
Any writing I do is purely for fun. I hold no illusions about my strengths and weaknesses; while a good coder is similar in outlook to an author, the details are different. I don’t see the possibilities for the words like I see in code. Not to say that I can’t learn to fit the pieces together, but I’m realistic about my skill. Besides, I see writing on a daily basis that puts my own scribbling to shame, and I’d much rather read that stuff than my own scrawl.
What I’d like to be able to say, however, is that I actually finished something. I don’t really care if it’s terrible, just being able to say that I wrote a story from beginning to end is enough for me. Maybe sometime a different urge will strike and I will want to submit a story or two, but I’m not too worried about that; LJ hasn’t gotten that far under my skin.