[ SECRET POST #2980 ]

[case]

⌈ Secret Post #2980 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

01.


__________________________________________________



02.


__________________________________________________



03.


__________________________________________________



04.


__________________________________________________



05.


__________________________________________________



06.


__________________________________________________



07.


__________________________________________________



08.


__________________________________________________



09.


__________________________________________________



10.


__________________________________________________



11.


__________________________________________________



12.


__________________________________________________



13.


__________________________________________________



14.


__________________________________________________



15.


__________________________________________________



16.


__________________________________________________



17.



__________________________________________________



18.







Notes:

Lots of multiple secrets in one comment this week, throwing off the count!

Secrets Left to Post: 04 pages, 083 secrets from Secret Submission Post #426.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.

Comments

[elialshadowpine]

When I was a kid, I wrote a retelling of Cinderella with snow leopards. Yeah, yeah, weird child. Mom read the story and took me aside to ask me if there was something wrong, if I was mad at my sister for something, and I was confused at first, then realized what she was asking. I'm not sure how I managed to come up with the sheer amount of derision in my voice, but my response was, at age 7 or so, "Mom. It's fiction."

...she's never asked if something has been based on a family member since! Dad, on the other hand, is Not Allowed to read my stuff, between the things he would find objectionable, and the fact that he would read it through the microscopic lens of searching for something that could possibly be taken personally against him.

Grr at people who read too many personal things into fiction that aren't there. Never mind the lit types who pull out ridiculous things like "blue curtains are a metaphor for depression" (yes, that one's a meme, but I've had lit profs that have come out with analyses that are similarly inane... and then gotten pissed when the rest of the class "failed" to come up with "meaningful critical analyses" because we focused on characters and plot vs. hunting for metaphor in descriptions; I eventually started pulling shit completely out my ass, the more bizarre the better, and my grades jumped from B- to A+). As annoying as that is, at least it doesn't follow you home.

[kallanda_lee]

While I loved literature in class, I always sort of hated the analysis for that very reason. I'm sure that in the vast majority of cases, if the author was sitting there, they'd be sitting their with their mouth wide open, shaking their head in disbelief.

[elialshadowpine]

Yesss. Speaking as an author who has had some things published (nothing available at the moment, out of print, though I'm hoping to polish off and republish stuff sometime this year), I'm pretty sure if I heard of someone approaching my work this way, I would probably headdesk and then hit the booze.

And probably write a strongly worded e-mail to the professor in question. However, it's exceedingly unlikely I'll ever be in this boat because I write *gasp* genre fiction (SFF with romantic elements) and thus I am an UNWORTHY HEATHEN. In this case, I'll take being unworthy as a backhanded benefit...