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Dec. 17th, 2021 14:28![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eldabeSo I was browsing Professional Writing Twitter, as I do*. And I'm following some links...and someone retweets Robin Hobb.
Now, I have two reactions. One, Robin Hobb is on twitter? I associate her so strongly with her books, a relic of my childhood, that it feels weirdly modern for me to see her on Twitter.
And second: ugh, Robin Hobb doesn't support fanfiction, click AWAY.
I mean, Anne Rice may be gone, but I remember the days of logging into ff.net and seeing an entire list of authors that don't allow fanfiction of their works. It was a startling experience as a baby fan. (And I stopped reading her books after that. There are THOUSANDS OF BOOKS in the world that I want to read, I'm okay missing one or two.)
*Rule is that I can't log into twitter. I've deactivated all of my accounts. This means that I generally hit up one or two twitter accounts of professionals that I like and then I get so frustrated by how much Twitter tries to FORCE you to make an account and log in that I walk away before I hit existential crisis levels of Twitter angst.
Now, I have two reactions. One, Robin Hobb is on twitter? I associate her so strongly with her books, a relic of my childhood, that it feels weirdly modern for me to see her on Twitter.
And second: ugh, Robin Hobb doesn't support fanfiction, click AWAY.
I mean, Anne Rice may be gone, but I remember the days of logging into ff.net and seeing an entire list of authors that don't allow fanfiction of their works. It was a startling experience as a baby fan. (And I stopped reading her books after that. There are THOUSANDS OF BOOKS in the world that I want to read, I'm okay missing one or two.)
*Rule is that I can't log into twitter. I've deactivated all of my accounts. This means that I generally hit up one or two twitter accounts of professionals that I like and then I get so frustrated by how much Twitter tries to FORCE you to make an account and log in that I walk away before I hit existential crisis levels of Twitter angst.
