[ SECRET POST #6115 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #6115 ⌋

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Comments

[ariakas]

Isn't that how some of the best art is created?

My best-received and most popular fic of all time (secretly) started out as "good god people have an awful, boring interpretation of this ship, I need to show them how wrong they are and how good it could be" and based on the reaction it got I'd figure an awful lot of people agreed.

[(Anonymous)]

I respectfully disagree. I think art has come from a place of passion, and art made out of hate is, more often than not, made of disgust and wilful ignorance, rather than desiring to make a great story.

My best work comes when I love something so much, I end up studying and devouring books on the subject, to make sure I am doing my best when writing those stories. Science fiction, space battles, medieval era, fantasy, whatever.

Meanwhile, all works I've read where I can tell the author had a bone to pick (fics and especially books), it's been works where characterization has been butchered to hell and back, where canon is ignored for someone's own personal vendetta, and that overall sacrifices story for the author's own hatred.

[(Anonymous)]

+100000

[ariakas]

I think what you've said is true in my experience for original works with political or moral bones to pick with their genres, but anguish over the wasted potential of something (e.g. a romance, a genre) isn't quite the same. That's a kind of love/passion/desire/hope all of its own, albeit born from seeing it squandered in the works around you.