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When I started reading fanfiction I was a deep sea fisherman. I sailed to far off journals, blogs and archives trawling through all the fic I could find. Schools of drabbles, delightful pods of oneshots, whales of epics that I followed for days just to hear them sing. True, there were some downsides, storms of limited downloads that kept me from the fic, jellyfish and seaweed disguised as fic to swamp me, unexpected kinks like sharks that tried to maul me and not a coast guard to post warnings in site.
Gradually I lost my taste for the expedition, staying closer to home, sticking to the rec sites in the shallows. When the supermarket of AO3 opened its doors to me it was great! All the fic I could want with neat ingredient, nutrition and allergy labels! A store directory to search for exactly what I need! But my trawling skills got a little rusty and I had no patience to search through the seaweed any more which did seem to get washed down the aisles occasionally.
These days I hang around the Tumblr fishmarket, buying bits and pieces from those who still fish, nipping over to the supermarket when I have a craving for something specific, listening to tales from fishermen even older than me (Back in their day you needed to fight off pirates, subscribe to zines and walk over frozen seas to find the fic) and generally have a much more fun time than when I was only going to the supermarket by myself.
I used to dabble in preparing fish, picking out strange and interesting looking combinations and tossing them together with more enthusiasm than skill. Looking back, I think there was some combination of talent and luck (the former can be gained over time, the latter is useful but not necessary). I found that I grew to love the process, and I kept at it, even if it was built upon quiet fish breeding in my own home so that I could craft a mass of simple dishes.
Nowadays my writing partner handles much of the initial fish breeding, with deft skill and an eye towards the end result that leave me awed. We work together to bring that to the table as well prepared meals, rich and flavorful and hopefully bringing repeat, happy customers. There’s also the straight up joy of the work, the delight in applying skills to craft something good and tasty out of what are sometimes very strange fish.
Then there are days when we nip into a neighbor’s kitchen, stealth prep a meal, and run out giggling.
*runs out door giggling*
Day 45:Have spotted a KrakenIt is huge and ancient, has been in the sea for over 13 years now.It spawns often, eating many unwary sailorsIt offers hugs, clones and heartbreak to all who venture near, taking no heed to a persons upcoming deadlines or commitmentsIt seems to be called… Re-Entry
*coughs from laughing so hard she probably started bleeding again* omg
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