This vaguely relates back to my Castigation #1 (renamed–yep, it’s a rant) concerning the poor linguistical state of fan fiction in general. Someone asked me two things: What on earth motivated me to start writing this, and why MH in particular?
Well, I won’t post my answer to the second question here directly, but it is pretty ironic that in my particular circle of friends, merely mentioning “fan fiction” or “fanfic” sends the average member into facial spasms of gag-o-riffic pain. (Yes, I know that’s not a word. ^_^) I knew some others in my circle occasionally read the stuff for a laugh, but I myself only dared to skim a paragraph here and there over the years. The entire area of fanfic has that bad a reputation among us.
And then, one day, I came across the Mai-HiME anime. Well, okay–I actually came across it while it was still airing and was one of those mini-fanatics who reloaded the bittorrent streams hoping that someone translated the latest episode, but I digress. I enjoyed it. The series was imperfect in several places, certainly, but the overall piece was quite unique. The audience was encouraged to actually care about the cast.
Unfortunately, there were many stories or elements of development that were never told. This was not necessarily a bad thing, since the anime still managed to work without backstory for several characters, but it seemed everyone agreed that the last episode was too rushed.
And besides that–I wanted to know what happened with my two favorite characters, Natsuki and Shizuru. I wasn’t ready to believe that they were already a “mating couple” by the end of the series–that infinitely incongruous timeline notwithstanding. But anyway, I sort of… tapped along Google… and looked for what people thought were “good” Natsuki+Shizuru fanfics. It was a dark and shameful day for me.
…So I thought. I don’t remember how I found them, but the first three pieces of fan fiction I ever read in full were Kieli’s All With Good Intentions, Seravy’s The Little Things, and Greywing’s 100-word drabbles. Yes, I thought the same thing you were thinking. “What were the chances of THAT happening?!” I’m not really qualified to review fanfics, but they were well above what my friends and I thought were the average.
Me: Okay… M-maybe writing f-f-fan fiction isn’t so… b-bad.
Me: UWAHH! What the shet?
Muse-chan: Hey. You. You forgot about me since middle school, you TWERP!
Me: Ow! Ow! Don’t hit me with that wand! I’m getting… ideas. Oh, crep. I put you away for a reason, you know.
Anyway, I was convinced that not everyone in that community was a nose-picking preadolescent school flunkie with the maturity of a leaking ketchup packet. Maybe I could try it. On the plus side, it would be a harmless method of practicing my first prose and dialogue form anonymously, right?
I don’t know if I can pull it off, and I’m quite positive that my first attempt here is superbly overambitious (I’m less than halfway through my entire outline), but I’m still having fun. And who knows? I might even be able to tell a story about the characters we love. I think that’s a pretty good reason to write a fanfic besides learning how to construct a story.
Of course, I haven’t told the rest of my friends in that circle about this.