2222 Follower Fic Fest Update
Hey guys, just wanted to let you know, I’ve already completed 8 of the 22 fills for the fic fest, and have 6 more in progress.
What I’m going to do is post them to AO3 grouped by pairing. So, as soon as I have all the Johnlock fills done, I will post all the Johnlocks at once, and so on for the other pairings. So stay tuned to this station! :D
Somebody needs to write a Bono fanfic because I would read the hell out of it.
I still want this to happen please
a U2-related fanfic.
Strap in, kids, because it’s time for another follower milestone fic fest!
Are you sexy fools ready to read some new fic from Berlynn Wohl? Because I’ve got 2,222 followers today, and I wanna celebrate!
Here’s how it works: you send me a 2-word prompt (via Ask, or just reply to this post) for one of these pairings:
For the first 22 followers who send a prompt, I will write a 222-word ficlet. When they’re done, I’ll post links here to the fics, which will be on AO3.
So what are you waiting for? Let’s do this thing!
ETA: All 22 requests are now in. Time for me to get to work!
Anonymous asked: A few weeks ago I discovered your writing and am flabbergasted. I love your brain. I have been gorging myself on your Johnlock but when I saw your knitted Ood on Deviant Art I had to thank you profusely. I have a serious question though. What do you do "for a living", as do you receive any monetary compensation from your skills as a writer or is it just a pastime? Moffet and Gatiss ought to hire you and do one of YOUR stories in an episode, obviously...
Okay, so here’s a thing that maybe some people might benefit from knowing:
I went to art college. I loved advertising and thought of it as art, and I wanted to be an art director, and get paid to come up with quirky Volkswagen ads and such. I really thought I was going to be one of those people who gets paid to do what they love, so it’s not like work at all! Whee! :D
By the time I graduated, I realized two things. One: advertising is actually kind of sinister. Two: I don’t really have the discipline and dedication that it takes to thrive in such a competitive field.
So I got a job in a warehouse. On paper, this makes me look like some kind of failure. I had a dream, and I botched it, and got stuck with Generic Clerical Job #743.
A few years later, the warehouse closed and we all got laid off. We had six months notice, though, to figure out what we wanted to do. I’d had a co-worker there who was deaf, and I learned sign language so we could chat. She was a wonderful, hilarious person, and she took me to deaf events and I met awesome people and felt accomplished. So I said, “I’m going to go back to school, and be a deaf interpreter. Then I can get paid to do what I love — for realsies this time!”
After a mere three weeks of classes, I was like, “Wow. Now that I’m pursuing this as a career, it’s not fun anymore.” I dropped out and stayed in my rinky-dink office job. Still looking like a failure over here.
But that’s when it occurred to me: maybe my whole deal was that I could only enjoy something if I was doing it on my terms. Once it became a job, and I had to follow someone else’s rules in exchange for money, I lost interest.
So ever since then, I have embraced boring office jobs with no responsibility, because at 5 o’clock I am done and I get to go home and do whatever I want. All those dolls you see on my DA? I made whichever ones I felt like making, and then sold them for charity. Most of them found homes, even though they’re not to-order. Whenever someone does ask, “Hey, I’ll pay you $40 if you make _____,” I’m just like uggghhhh nooooooo.
Same with fanfic. I just write whatever the hell I want, and it is a fortunate coincidence people seem to like it. But writing what someone else tells me to write for money? How about no.
So, the moral of the story is: Indian food. Wait no, that was the moral of yesterday’s post. The moral of today’s post is, Not getting paid for your personal set of talents, or not getting paid to do the thing you love, does not make you a failure. You might even end up being a happier person for it.
(To be fair, it probably helps that I also never bought a house or car, never got married, and never had kids. Literally my biggest responsibility to anything besides my own happiness is running a D&D group. I’ve heard that the kids and the marriage and the whatnot can be rewarding, but I guess that depends on what kind of rewards you want out of life. *shrug*)
Anonymous asked: Do you fall out of love with certain pairings over time or do your fandom interests just change? Just wondering because I love how you can separate your fic into eras based on the fandom.
Yeah, with a couple exceptions I’m pretty much a serial monogamist when it comes to fanfic. I do retain my affection for all the pairings I’ve ever shipped — I still watch Popmart and go, “Jesus, on that giant LED screen you can see them being gay from space.” But it amazes me that some people write the same pairings for years and years.
If you look at my favored pairings through the ages, though, they mostly have similar qualities: both men are odd, but one of them is “normal” enough to thrive in normal society, while the other is a total misfit. It is quite likely that the misfit 1) might reasonably still be a virgin, 2) is not a member of the same race as the people around him, 3) is the more analytical of the two, and/or 4) has had a unique experience that makes it hard for him to relate to the world. He uses his partner as a sort of social interpreter. The “normal” one is Pathos all the way: gregarious, empathetic, and utterly devoted, despite his
frequent occasional frustration with his misfit.
Makes me *le sigh* just thinking about it. I really need to finish that fic I’m working on…
Anonymous asked: Do you like wine? Favorite kinds if you do? Other alcohol?