ofravenwings asked: I'm not angry at you. I will emphasise that: I am *not* angry at you. Quite frankly, I'm disappointed, because I trusted you and assumed that, working in the publishing industries, you would have seen that this is ethically wrong. It breaks trust, and a lot of what fandom has is rooted in trust. (You can publish these or ignore them or whatever)
I would care about you being disappointed except that this is the first time I’ve heard from you in months. I have tried so hard to be your friend but it’s been completely one sided. You didn’t even bother to wish me a happy birthday. You never talk to me anymore. So though it’s made me sad to see that I mean nothing to you I have been trying to come to terms with it. And since we’re putting our cards on the table I think it’s RICH that you’re getting indignant about this yet you yourself had planned on publishing and selling your fan fiction. You didn’t end up doing it that I know of but you wanted to. You, as a published author, should have known better about that. And believe me, I noticed that the point in time you stopped talking to me is after I told you I would not buy your fan fiction. I think that’s rich. What? Can only people who kiss your ass be your friend? I wasn’t mean about saying I wouldn’t buy it. You made a post asking people and I answered honestly. I pride myself on being honest even if it means disagreeing. True friendship is like what I have with Michelle. She disagrees with me. She doesn’t like how I’ve handled things. But we talked it out and reached a place where we could agree to disagree. We made compromises. You. You just seethe in silence and when people ask you if something’s wrong you say nothing and then run to your friend Pia and whine to her. We are all over each other’s social networks and you never say one word to me. And you were the one that added me. Why did you even bother? I tried so hard to show my support and caring for you. I messaged you repeatedly. I bought your book. I pimped your book. I encouraged you when you were feeling down. You ate it all up and gave nothing back. So I no longer care if what I do upsets you. At one point I would have but not now. Fan fiction is different from published original fiction though, for the record, if someone like J.K. Rowling turned around and said she was ashamed of Harry Potter and asked that all copies of it everywhere be pulled from bookshelves and that no more copies would ever be produced my feelings would be the same. I would feel that she would have no right to dictate what people share privately with no profit. I have never said I have an issue with authors pulling work. That is absolutely within everyone’s right. I do not think authors have a right to tell strangers what to do with their free personal time with material that they “own”. In this case ownership just meaning something they downloaded, a service which AO3 offers and is clearly labeled so any author posting their work should be well aware that people are probably downloading and saving said work. That alone to me negates any 100% expectation of privacy or ownership. If authors don’t want readers downloading their work then they should be posting on another site or not posting at all. And if they do understand that people are downloading then by default they must also understand that people will share. To try and control that is ridiculous. It’s nothing against Sigridhr. I don’t know her from a hole in the wall.
I’m going to go ahead and publish this since you said I could.
Editing to add: I guess I’m the one that’s angry. I’ve been wanting to say some of this for awhile now but didn’t bother because every time I try to talk to you you just pull the “It’s not you, it’s me” thing and nothing ever gets resolved. I cared about you so much. And you tried to say you cared about me but your actions never showed it. It all just started to seem like a bunch of smoke and mirrors after awhile. As human beings I wish you felt I deserved enough decency to at least be honest with me and tell me what was really up but you never did and sadly, I am not surprised in the least that the first thing I hear from you in months is a complaint.
Edit: Ah, and I see you removed me from Facebook. Awesome. And by awesome, I mean not awesome. Well, you’ve made it clear through subtlety for quite some time that you have no feelings for me despite saying you did. You know, if you spent half as much time actually engaging with so called friends about problems as you did talking about people behind their back you might have more actual friends. We could have worked this out if you’d had the spine to answer me honestly any of the numerous times I asked you about our friendship. I hope you take that story down that you started writing for me. What a load of shit that was. Maybe you just like hurting people.
I also just noticed the post you made where you threatened to pull your fan fiction. My, my you do love attention don’t you? I’ve noticed that about you over the months we’ve been following each other. Anytime you’re upset about something you threaten to pull stuff or go on hiatus or delete your blog and then voila! Your fans (myself included) come rushing and beg you not to and shower you with compliments and then you feel better and you don’t do it. Feels a mite like emotional blackmail to me but I don’t know. Maybe you have some mental conditions I am not aware of. I say that sincerely. I have a bipolar friend who does the same thing. And obviously I have my moments too. I try to be aware of them but they do get the best of us sometimes. Do you try to be aware of yours? Or is it all just a game?
I also see that you unfollowed me on Twitter and I’m guessing you did on Livejournal Ms. I’m Not Angry At You. Care to explain? Also care to explain why you’re still following me here if you’re unfollowing me everywhere else? I doubt you will though because this is what you do. Instead of talking to people you just run off silently. Have a nice bitch fest with Pia. Must be nice to be so passive aggressive. Wish I could get a refund on your book. You’re a pretty awful human being. Excellent writer, but awful human being.