- The sweet loyal supporter who reads and comments every update, SHOUTS AND CURSES AT ME for the monstrous ordeals I put their lovely babies through. They pour their heart out in the comment box, tell about their day and ask about mine, thank me for my work and are generally the loveliest persons imaginable.
- The appreciative expert. I can sense that they know more about the shit I’m writing about and are better storytellers than me but still read and compliment my work.
- The author of a super popular fic who takes time to read my work, recommends it in the comments of the super popular fic and leave the most beautiful praise on my writing in mine. How? Is? This? Even? Possible?
- My countrymen who read my native language fic and leave detailed reviews that just radiate gratitude for being able to read content in our own language, making me feel like a modern descendant of the first Holy Bible translators.
- That person who leaves a comment on a one-shot weeks after it was posted, telling they have read it several times.
- The secret admirer who comment my umpteenth fic telling they have followed my work all along but never commented before.
Also these:
- Everyone who leaves kudos, I feel like running after them, shaking their hand and hugging them; I wish I had a button to like them back!
- And basically anyone who has ever read my work: I have never received hate or ridicule, belittling or malicious comments on any of my fics. My writer’s world is, after all, a soft and safe place, and I thank you all for it.
How can I write this in first person?
Because I have had them all. How blessed can a person be?
(thanks @thespacetofall who encouraged me to write these thoughts down!)
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