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Dear Origific Authors: Fanfiction Writers Are Not Stealing “Your” Opportunities

saathi1013:

I’ve been reading a lot today about the changing nature of publishing.  Mostly, I’ve been going through Kristine Kathryn Rusch’s blog archives on the subject, in case that kind of insider talk is of interest to you.

To sum up: the traditional publishing industry is hella borked, and everyone’s feeling the pain.  This should come as no surprise, as technology is enabling a wave of new business models - suspect and legit alike - to flourish and die in rapid cycles, so nobody can say they have the One Single Surefire Answer for how to get books in readers’ hands.  Which means that the big lumbering behemoths, the oldskool publishers, the Big Six, are floundering and panicking and nobody looks good or dignified* or clean no matter how hard they try.

I work in publishing, btw.  Well, my actual ‘job’ is in publishing, but I’m also a freelance artist and I help run several conventions.  Plus I have a Vested Interest in fandom, obviously.  So I see a lot of weirdness on every front.

Recently, I shared an article on FB (yes, I know it’s a flawed platform, but it’s still useful for a few core reasons behind all the privacy-bullshit advertising clutter) with my RL friends about one of those One Direction fanfics getting a deal to be tidied up for ‘real’ publishing.  And an author!friend - who’s been published in the past, mind, not an aspiring-to-be-published-eventually author - remarked, “No wonder I’m not getting responses from editors anymore.”  Like fanfiction is stealing her chances, her contracts, her readers.

Which is complete and utter bullshit.  I didn’t even know where to *begin* taking that statement apart, but I think I’m starting to grok the fundamentals now.

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verity-burns:

“Where’s your bride?”

“Mary? Oh, she’s not my bride.”

“What?”

“No, she’s just a friend. A good friend, mind you, but no more than that.”

“What are you talking about? You’re marrying her in a little less than half an hour.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Have you hit your head?”

“Nope.”

“You’re serious?”

“I’m dead serious.”

“Then why on earth have we gone through this rigmarole?”

“Got you here, didn’t it? And wearing a TIE, no less.”

“Of course I’m wearing a tie - I thought you were getting married today!”

“Oh, I am.”

“What?”

“Or at least, I hope to be.”

“You are making no sense whatsoever.”

“I know how you feel about me.”

“No you don’t. How do you?”

“Suspected soon after you came back, actually. But I couldn’t be sure until I saw your face when I said I was leaving.”

“So this whole thing has been… what? Punishment?”

“Would you rather I’d punched you?”

“You did punch me!”

“Well, you deserved it.”

“And did I deserve this? To have to stand here and watch while you… Oh.”

“Oh?”

“You’re not marrying Mary?”

“I’m really not.”

“But you are getting married.”

“Well, that rather depends.”

“On?”

“On whether or not you’ll have me.”

“…”

“Sherlock?”

“But… One can’t just turn up in front of a vicar and get married, John. There are formalities…”

“It’s amazing what you can arrange when the British government owes you a favour.”

“But… Me?”

“Of course you.”

“But we’re not… I’ve never even…”

“If you want me. So do you, Sherlock? Do you want to marry me?”

.

.

“I do.”

(Source: bluebellglowinginthedark)

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prettyarbitrary:

I just break out into riotous laughter at what the fashion industry considers ‘plus-size’ these days.  She’s carrying, what, maybe 20 pounds over her ideal weight?  Assuming she’s the usual tall model type, that puts her comfortably within a healthy BMI range.  And check out the definition on her abs, and that really spectacular rack.  

Her primary sin seems to be daring to actually have hips.  She’d be a screaming hit on the beach, in one of the coolest bikinis I’ve ever seen.

(Source: plussizeebony)