I made a typo on my username and never looked back ...
Hi, Iām new here.Ā
I have no idea what Iām doing with Tumblr, but Iām trying to increase the engagement I crave from my writing. Sometimes it feels pathetic how excited I get to receive a comment on my Archive of Our Own stories. And sometimes I wish I could send out an update. Like, āhey I know I said I was going to post the next chapter today, BUT ...ā Or maybe get a little encouragement. Or a pulse check on a new story idea.Ā
Thatās why Iām making an attempt with this ... page? ... social medium? ... blog? Whatever this thing is, Iām going to try it. Iāve been asked a few times if I have a Tumblr and the excuse ofĀ āI donāt know what that isā has worn thin.Ā
Now, the story about my usernname: A few years ago, I bought a very simple yet expensive Dior necklace. I love to travel, and the design reminded me of a compass. Christian Dior loved eight-pointed stars, and hisĀ design is called a āwind rose.ā I learned the wind rose isĀ a symbol for travel and adventure, and that seemed perfect. I have always loved this necklace as a symbol for my world traveling, and always vaguelyĀ remembered the collection was calledĀ ārose de vents.ā It is, in fact, ārose des vents.āĀ
Rose des vents means compass. Rose de vents means wind rose. Iāve never studied French, but I think leaving off the one āsā might change the meaning entirely. Like, now itāsĀ just two words together versus something with meaning. Perhaps the mistake is akin to writing shift without theĀ āf,āĀ or perhaps the French wouldnātĀ expect an American to get it right anyway.Ā
It took me more than a year to realize my typo. A year of posting stories on Archive of Our Own asĀ āRoseDeVents,ā thinking it evoked my worldy ways and not ... something that is probably meaningless. I tried to change my username and add that extraĀ ās,ā but apparentlyĀ āRoseDesVentsā is taken by some other Ā travel-loving fool. Or someone who is named Rose.Ā
I guess it doesnāt really matter, in the end.Ā I use the name to remain anonymous, like Iām sure most do with usernames. And if youāve read any of my more depraved stories, maybe you can see why. Iād rather not have my real name in big letters next to the absolute filth that simmers in my mind, begging to be written down and shared.
2020 was a tough year, to say the least. I donāt even know how I got the idea to peruse fanfiction on one, Iām sure, very boring day locked down in my house. Once I let myself have the guilty pleasure, I became ravenous for it. I think I probably read more in eight months of that year than the previous five years combined. The more I read, the more ideas I had. Eventually, I started writing them down and turning them into my own stories. And when I was brave enough to create an account, for some reason my fanciest necklace popped in my head. I wanted to keep it fandom-neutral in case my little hobby went on for a while. After a year of posting continuously, I can say it will go on for at leastĀ a while longer ā Iām at 31 stories and counting.Ā
I will always be grateful that the pandemic brought me back to my love of writing, which was a passion I thought died out years ago. I truly appreciate Archive of Our Own and the accessibility to so many wonderful stories. Iāve tried fanfiction.net but I donāt like the functionality as much, so let me know if you ever see my stories cross-posted there or anywhere else - that isnāt me!Ā
This was probably way too long, right? Well, all of it was to say: Hi, you can call me Rose. I will be posting here about my writing, but I canāt promise there wonāt be a few typos now and again.Ā
Xx Rose

















