The general fandom practice, or let me call it praxis for the sake of this post’s clever title, is that the labor provided–and it is indeed labor–is free. That’s largely because profiting off one’s fan works is exactly what used to send the legal team down on scared teenagers Way Back in the Day, shuttering websites and listservs without warning or remorse, and generally sending fans to ground to share what unorthodox things that sanctioned industry forums wouldn’t print.
I’m not superstitious, religious, “spiritual,” or otherwise supernaturally inclined, horoscope-reading, or tarot-curious, but even I can’t seem to pass on remarking on the new year. It isn’t just a new number or the turnover to a new decade, is it? I mean, I don’t remember much of anything about 2010 but I know it didn’t feel like this. The year 2020 just seemed so far away for so much of our lives, it’s kind of hard to process how fast everything is going.
It’s the end of the year but I have the odd feeling of starting a new chapter. Today, I released a rather official(!) cover for a book of poetry I’ve been working on for a few weeks now, and I’m genuinely proud to share my part in making it all come together. I’ll be posting more about it as we lead up to the pub date, which is currently March 2020.
How I know I’m old: I think I might miss the WordPress of yore.