#fishystar posts

I was on google docs, because that is what I use to share my stories with my beta readers.  But before I opened the fic I was going to work on I saw a fic with a title I  didn’t recognize.  I opened it out of curiosity and found it to be a one-shot I had started, I haven’t even read through it entirely to see if I completed it I have been trying to focus on my other fics.

I lean in to give him a soft peck, that turns into two, a soft kiss, another, and then he kisses me deeply.

You know, that post that is new and amazing but you are getting frustrated because it’s the fourth time within the last minute that you’ve seen it.  It would e different if this was the first or second time this has happened, but no.  This is like the sixteenth time within the last month.

But you can’t complain about it to anyone.  It’s not anyone’s fault that everyone loves this post, just like it’s no one’s fault everyone liked that last post, or the one that’s going to come next!

The person to blame is the one that’s following sixteen blogs all centered on the same subject.  You’ve seen that same post four times in a row because it’s something popular in that subject so of course the people you are following are going to reblog a post they like, and because it’s popular others will do the same.

Dad: Why is the TV on?

Me: Squirrel.

Dad: Okay.  Don't leave it that way.

Dad: Why are the pickles out?

Me: Squirrel.

Honestly, the way I sit, I think I can be called a master of walking with a sleeping leg.  Because more often then not, the way I sit makes usually one of my legs fall asleep, it’s rare that both fall asleep, but when that happens I do shake them out to wake them up, because a sleeping leg is like a limp noodle and no one can walk on two limp noodles, no.  If someone tries to walk while both legs are asleep, then the will fall to the floor.

But that’s not why I’m writing this.  I’m writing this because I failed at walking a few days ago and I felt it was funny enough to post it even though I’d actually rather no one ever know it happen.

I was sitting on my bed on the computer and scrolling through Tumblr and I decided I wanted tea.  I moved everything off of my lap to get up.  I stood up but I had put too much weight on my sleeping leg..  Apparently I hadn’t moved the blanket enough but I hadn’t know until I noticed that my foot was also tangled in the thick comforter.  After I freed my foot I tried many times to stand up but every attempt failed.  I had even tried scaling my nearby dresser.  Looking back on it I feel like I was similar to a fish trying to walk on land.  I flopped around the floor incapable of standing for a about a solid minute before my leg woke up and I was able to stand.  My foot aching from the flopping and sudden movements that had been cause from it’s lack of mobility.

I hate that moment of distress.

Don’t you hate that moment of distress too?  That moment that you don’t understand what happened.  You had just been perfectly fine, focused and nothing mattered but the thing you were focused on, but then that moment comes.  Your suddenly ripped out of that wonderful state and you’re left feeling distressed, confused, and lost.

I had an idea,  a collection of notes or letters, -whatever you want to call it really- I know that there are some things I’d like to say to my readers.  So I figured that there are others out there as well, and I’d like to make a collection of such.

I hope to publish this collection on AO3.  I have it planned out.  I’d like to call such collection as ‘Dear Reader.’  each chapter would be titled with the username(s) of the person who wrote the note / letter/ (whatever).  Anyone that has an account on AO3 would be added as an author to the collection, and anyone that doesn’t have an account would have a link to whatever website they publish their works on.

The contents, can be whatever the author or artist wants.  This is for them to tell their readers and viewers whatever they want, in whatever way they want.