Sometimes I ask myself why I write. I guess money would be nice, but nothing quality comes from just chasing money.
…Stop laughing, dammit!
My fanfiction is… popular, I guess. Much more popular than my actual stuff. I make no apologies for it – I’m actually proud of it, and I consider the big multi-chapter story called Butterfly Knife to be some of my best work. I do it for plenty of reasons, none of which have anything to do with money. Here’s why:
I absolutely loved your fic of In The Showers with Medic and Heavy. I started to cry, and I’m not sure why. Maybe because I can relate to how Medic felt? Being scared, and whatnot… It wasn’t a bad cry it was a good one ;u; Keep up the lovely work ❤
It’s 1.30 in the morning, I’m exhausted and my mind pretty much consists of ‘I need to go to bed’, keyboard smashing and ‘Just after this chapter of Butterfly Knife’. Thank you.
I usually NEVER read fics, it’s one I’m following now, and then there’s all of yours, I was skeptic at first, not really viewing fanfics or fanart of any style as a real effort. I know that’s stupid, and you’ve really proven that I was dead shit wrong.
I just have to say, waking up to that story was like Christmas morning, except this time I got something much better than soap and socks. I was late to work because I had to read this but it was totally worth it.
There is something really wonderful about making someone’s day better, or writing something that resonates with them. That’s worth more than mere cash. I get praise, yes, and it’s nice to know that people like my stuff, but the comments I treasure are the ones that show the reader found a deeper connection with the story. It’s like having the best superpower ever.
One for the money, two for the show, as the King himself said. But ultimately it’s all for the fans. I have a hundred ways to get money, if I need it, but only one to make a stranger I’ve never met feel better.