Time Off...To Read Moar Fic!
which is funny. I have literally wasted ALL DAMNED DAY reading Supernatural fanfic. Yep. From, like, 8am until now, and I really have no plans to stop. Tomorrow I can think about doing other things, but not today. It's just what I want to do, and no amount of shame is gonna stop me.
During the first two immersive months in this fandom, all I wanted to read was pretty much pure porn. It was such a novel concept to me---that it even existed. I knew there was Star Trek FF out there, knew there was X-Files FF, had heard about it over the years, but frankly, the thought of it made me laugh. I suppose I was far too young (and my life so radically different) that it just didn't interest me at all. But by the time Eric Kripke, et al, introduced me to the fact that there exists a freaking treasure trove of fanfic specifically about Sam and Dean...well, I wasted NO time seeking out as much as I possibly could. I couldn't get enough. And I read a metric ton of sheer crap to get to the gorgeous, lyrical prose that's every bit as well-written as that of my favorite authors.
Here I am, with a good amount of Gen under my belt! No freaking way! WAY! And J2, both AU and non, which never really interested me that much before (something about RPS feeling too...intrusive, I suppose.) Ha! I have none of those problems now! I've read about Jared and Jensen being: an NBA player and his physical therapist, a campaign manager and a political operative affiliated with opposing candidates, a (professional, caring) doctor and his (embarrassed, aroused) patient, and inserted (beautifully and believably) into a virtual copy of Audrey Niffenegger's "The Time Traveler's Wife". Of course, I've also read many variations of them being who they are: actors on a Show called Supernatural. And ohhhhh, Sam and Dean! I've survived the end of humanity with them and watched as they come up with a plan to live out their days (and realize they're the only two people alive, so WHY NOT?), and countless other scenarios, some of which would make damn good episodes. Or not, depending on the rating.
But the one constant seems to be that I can't get enough. I've been working a lot, so it's just too easy to read on the iPad, since WiFi is everywhere I am, and if it's not, there's good old 3G. It's TOO EASY, I TELL YOU. Here's a stat: in April 2012, I bought, downloaded and read a total of 16 novels from Amazon. And we are NOT talking romances or YA or any of that---I love literary fiction or nonfiction, and have read just about everything my whole life. I have only bought and downloaded TWO books since my love affair with SPN began in September! TWO! I'm shaking my head, yes I am. It's crazy town, and evidently I am the Mayor.
Suddenly, this week, my "Favorites" page seems extraordinarily incomplete. I have to update that page. *sigh* Not looking forward to it, because html is an evil bitch. I'll always love the ones that are there, but there are sooooo many others that have taken me away, away, away...and now that I know to look for rec lists, well, my horizons are expanding.
Still staring at pics and gifs of both boys, and can occasionally be heard to mutter things like, "Oh dayum, honey, you are just TOO unbelievably beautiful," when I run across one I haven't seen before or that makes my heart explode. And I'm still compulsively re-watching old SPN episodes and handing out awards in my brain. And here, too, once I get half a second. Oh, right---I have to stop reading in order to write.
No work until Thursday, and that's just half a day, then off til Monday. So. Much. TIME!
PRODUCTION NOTE: I did spend about five days in a total and complete Rolling Stones/Keith Richards fangirl fixation after HBO aired the documentary "Crossfire Hurricane", because "Exile On Main St." is my favorite LP of all time, in addition to being the title of the S6 SPN opener, and I spent YEARS when too young to know better desperately wishing to travel back in time and be Keith's long-suffering heroin-supplying lover, specifically for all of 1971, 72 and 73. So there was that.
During the first two immersive months in this fandom, all I wanted to read was pretty much pure porn. It was such a novel concept to me---that it even existed. I knew there was Star Trek FF out there, knew there was X-Files FF, had heard about it over the years, but frankly, the thought of it made me laugh. I suppose I was far too young (and my life so radically different) that it just didn't interest me at all. But by the time Eric Kripke, et al, introduced me to the fact that there exists a freaking treasure trove of fanfic specifically about Sam and Dean...well, I wasted NO time seeking out as much as I possibly could. I couldn't get enough. And I read a metric ton of sheer crap to get to the gorgeous, lyrical prose that's every bit as well-written as that of my favorite authors.
Here I am, with a good amount of Gen under my belt! No freaking way! WAY! And J2, both AU and non, which never really interested me that much before (something about RPS feeling too...intrusive, I suppose.) Ha! I have none of those problems now! I've read about Jared and Jensen being: an NBA player and his physical therapist, a campaign manager and a political operative affiliated with opposing candidates, a (professional, caring) doctor and his (embarrassed, aroused) patient, and inserted (beautifully and believably) into a virtual copy of Audrey Niffenegger's "The Time Traveler's Wife". Of course, I've also read many variations of them being who they are: actors on a Show called Supernatural. And ohhhhh, Sam and Dean! I've survived the end of humanity with them and watched as they come up with a plan to live out their days (and realize they're the only two people alive, so WHY NOT?), and countless other scenarios, some of which would make damn good episodes. Or not, depending on the rating.
But the one constant seems to be that I can't get enough. I've been working a lot, so it's just too easy to read on the iPad, since WiFi is everywhere I am, and if it's not, there's good old 3G. It's TOO EASY, I TELL YOU. Here's a stat: in April 2012, I bought, downloaded and read a total of 16 novels from Amazon. And we are NOT talking romances or YA or any of that---I love literary fiction or nonfiction, and have read just about everything my whole life. I have only bought and downloaded TWO books since my love affair with SPN began in September! TWO! I'm shaking my head, yes I am. It's crazy town, and evidently I am the Mayor.
Suddenly, this week, my "Favorites" page seems extraordinarily incomplete. I have to update that page. *sigh* Not looking forward to it, because html is an evil bitch. I'll always love the ones that are there, but there are sooooo many others that have taken me away, away, away...and now that I know to look for rec lists, well, my horizons are expanding.
Still staring at pics and gifs of both boys, and can occasionally be heard to mutter things like, "Oh dayum, honey, you are just TOO unbelievably beautiful," when I run across one I haven't seen before or that makes my heart explode. And I'm still compulsively re-watching old SPN episodes and handing out awards in my brain. And here, too, once I get half a second. Oh, right---I have to stop reading in order to write.
No work until Thursday, and that's just half a day, then off til Monday. So. Much. TIME!
PRODUCTION NOTE: I did spend about five days in a total and complete Rolling Stones/Keith Richards fangirl fixation after HBO aired the documentary "Crossfire Hurricane", because "Exile On Main St." is my favorite LP of all time, in addition to being the title of the S6 SPN opener, and I spent YEARS when too young to know better desperately wishing to travel back in time and be Keith's long-suffering heroin-supplying lover, specifically for all of 1971, 72 and 73. So there was that.