Who’s infamous now?

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In the last four days I’ve received two completely random e-mails regarding my writing and while neither one was harmful or malicious in any way they’ve given me pause, because target audience is one thing, completely left field audience is something well, unexpected.

The first e-mail was from a very nice guy who was inquiring about ‘The Terrible Conflagration Up at the Place.’ He had read the Bradbury story about 30 years ago, but couldn’t remember the author so he had gone digging and apparently had come up with my version. I gave him the original author and went on about my business, until he e-mailed me with another question about another story. I answered to the best of my ability, and hope that that’s that; but I had to wonder how he came up with my story, so I went over to yahoo and typed in the title.

The SSA posting is the first link.

How many people can say they topped Ray Bradbury? Exactly.

Still, it’s wild, and humbling in, ‘I wish this had been written better and WTF?’ type way.

The second e-mail was far more jaw-dropping.

In the autumn of last year, blunaris created an LJ design for me, and in thanks I wrote her a Smallville NC17 piece called ‘The Scientist.’ It featured a little known product called Semenex which a man is supposed to drink to make his ejaculate more palatable. Yes, really. Yes, I wrote this story. Yes, this stuff exists.

So, the e-mail in question? From the Semenex people.

They were writing to say how amused they were with the story, but how they felt that perhaps I was not writing from a users POV. Well, yeah. Female, you know. They were taking the all publicity is good publicity type route (amen) though. I think they offered me some freebies.

Anyway, this just goes to prove even when you think nobody’s reading your shit THEY ARE.

One part of me is vastly amused, but there’s another part that’s not. It’s the same part that’s screaming that I owe it to my RL to toss this fan writing lark before something goes awry, but I’m not going to. I don’t write under a pseudonym as I had no experience with such things when I first fell into fandom, and I’ve always tried to take pride in what I do (even when it sucks. How else are you going to learn?). If this all comes back to me later on, then I’m sure I’ll start singing a new tune and cover my ass accordingly, but for right now I say let’s keep rolling.

Life is short, and there’s no reason to leave the party before I have to, besides who knows who else is reading my stuff? It could be my English teacher from high school or my TA from Creative Writing. It could be my mailman! If it is, can you see about hooking me up with an issue of Flaunt or two?

FYI: The e-mail was entitled ‘Semenex and Poor Clark.’

We now return you to your regularly rescheduled trip to hell all ready in progress.




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Note: I’m about to begin Hell Week, so if I’m not around or don’t respond it’s not anything personal.

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[greenet.livejournal.com]

On a related note, I actually got an email from someone claiming to be the writer of a song I'd included in one of my stories. The song in question is an obscure Norwegian techno beat, and the email was in Norwegian and everything, so.

I still don't know whether it actually was the writer of the song or not, but dude.

The email was quite nice, by the way, even if I don't remember quite how it went. :)

[lovelypoet.livejournal.com]

That happened to me a few years ago. I wrote a three story songfic series (Ack! and ew!) in Roswell using songs by an independent recording artist who had some songs on mp3.coom that I loved. I got email from her and while she didn't quite get the whole fanfic thing, she said she was happy that I liked her songs enough to use them in stories.