Someone is reading my old fanfiction.
Sweet jesus, I haven’t written in years, and someone, somehow, found my old FFN account.
How do I know this? Because not only is someone reading it—they’re reviewing it.
Every 10 minutes or so I get a little ‘ding’ and I have an unread message and it’s a review. And they like the story, too.
Well, god bless ‘em.
I’ll just be over here pretending I don’t remember when fanfiction was the most important aspect of my life and a cornerstone of my friendships and I totally wasn’t really fucking excited every time I got a review and my longest story had over 600 and that was a really big goddamn deal to me because I spent over 3 years writing it and it was a motherfucking Suefic (remember when Mary Sues were a thing?) but I was really proud of it and let’s be real I never wrote a story about Naruto characters finding a fanfiction and being horrified I never drew fanart of my characters and I never—never, do you understand—got really offended and angry when someone gave me a negative review.
I never had a fanfiction phase. And my disavowing a major part of my tweenhood because I’m a much better writer now and my old stuff was just silly is so a sign of my maturity. Because I don’t secretly get excited when I get a review. And anyone who tells you otherwise is a lying whore.