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Fuck That Shit I'm Out, Tumblr Edition
Feb. 19th, 2016 12:35 pmI'm leaving Tumblr for a few weeks because almost none of my mutuals left "likes" on my fic for the Zelgan Big Bang. I know this is a classic fan tantrum scenario, but bear with me.
It's like, Remember those ten months you spent getting to know people, exchanging asks and reblogs with them, leaving tons of likes and kudos and comments on their work, supporting them in their personal lives and responding to their rambling headcanons via long chains of private messages... And then they wouldn't even touch their fingers to the screens of their phones for a fraction of section to "like" a novella you wrote that was almost tailor-made to their interests?
I'm generally not a bitter person, and I tend to get over things quickly, but I very much want to remember the way I'm feeling right now – the sheer sense of incredulous "what the fuck, guys." I had big dreams about doing cool things with the people I met through fandom, so it's important to remind myself that they're not real friends, and that I would be better served by directing my creative energy elsewhere. Basically, I need to re-establish a sense of perspective.
In the meantime, I've been having some really good experiences with commissioning artists. When gift economies fail, there is always capitalism to fall back on.
It's like, Remember those ten months you spent getting to know people, exchanging asks and reblogs with them, leaving tons of likes and kudos and comments on their work, supporting them in their personal lives and responding to their rambling headcanons via long chains of private messages... And then they wouldn't even touch their fingers to the screens of their phones for a fraction of section to "like" a novella you wrote that was almost tailor-made to their interests?
I'm generally not a bitter person, and I tend to get over things quickly, but I very much want to remember the way I'm feeling right now – the sheer sense of incredulous "what the fuck, guys." I had big dreams about doing cool things with the people I met through fandom, so it's important to remind myself that they're not real friends, and that I would be better served by directing my creative energy elsewhere. Basically, I need to re-establish a sense of perspective.
In the meantime, I've been having some really good experiences with commissioning artists. When gift economies fail, there is always capitalism to fall back on.
