In talking to my wife the other day, we descended into a discussion on fanfiction.
It is amazing how that word makes people react: bad, good, confusion.
But in discussing it, we both realized we’d rather have people writing fanfiction about our stuff than not. As a matter of fact, my wife had decided to mark her first fanfiction story (the first one written about her world) as a mark of her success.
And I can’t say I disagree!
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?
And this led me to an epiphany! I would much rather write a new world, one that make people itch to explore corners that I have not delved into, than write our own world. I’m here in this world, I know about most of it. When I say I ate catfish for lunch, you know what it looks like, tastes like, and likely how it was prepared (because deep-fried is really the only way to prepare it!). If I say I ate bogfish for lunch, your brain and your tastebuds start talking:
Brain: “Is it like swordfish? Thick and meaty? ”
TasteBs: “Don’t be dumb. It says BOGfish. It obviously tastes like a bog. Sheesh.”
Brain: “Bogs taste terrible, why would anyone eat one? Unless, perhaps the bogs in this world are super tasty!”
TasteBs: “Like what? Like candy? BOG CANDY? Ya know, I could get behind that…it would be like eating Swedish Fish for lunch, and that’s never a bad idea.”
Brain: “Oh yeah.”
So yeah, I’m all for fanfiction! BRING IT ON!