I’ve gotten a couple of asks about this recently, so I’m just going to answer it publicly. 8)
I entered the Sherlock fandom at a time when I was incredibly skittish and hadn’t posted anything publicly for about, uh, ten years. I was not in a very good place, mentally, and I was not prepared for the Sherlock fandom. I had never really been in a fandom where there is a clearly defined line of demarcation, but Sherlock had one: You were either a shipper, or you were not. I’d been in fandoms where there were a lot of ships, or a lot of anti-ships, but that got spread out over the fandom, and it wasn’t really a thing. Sure, people could make it a thing, but it seldom happened.
I wasn’t really sure where I fell, to be honest, I prefer a slow buildup, stories that make a relationship seem natural. So for “A Week,” I ended it on a note that could be read as the beginning of a relationship, or not.
That was a mistake.
I got it from both camps, and some of the PM I got were vicious, just absolutely HORRID. Though most people were just like, ‘hey, nice fic,’ there was a small, vocal segment that deeply disapproved of my slash/not slash, depending on their POV, and weren’t shy about telling me so. Below, please find one of the milder, more amusing ones that takes itself WAY too seriously.
Okay! This is going to be a mixed review. I have to say; this was a well written story and I was very, very happy with it until I got to the last chapter where you descended way too closely into the unholy black hole of slashdom.
I have to admit, there were parts that I really enjoyed like John’s tales to Cooper and Sherlock’s foray to the grocery store, but the ending ruined it just a bit. Not overly, but enough for me to sigh heavily and roll my eyes in abject disappointment as I just skipped to the end.
Perhaps if you had marked it as pre-slash, then it wouldn’t have been such a blow… but then again, I wouldn’t have read it either. Hopefully you have some non-slashly stores in your repertoire, because your writing is brilliant.
So, here’s to next time
((JAZZ HANDS!)) FAAAAAANDOM!
The outpouring of viciousness was a bit too much for me to handle, and I started to withdraw from the whole mess. At the lowest point, when I was trying to decide if this whole “fandom” thing was worth the trouble, I wrote my first Avengers fic, “Some Things Shouldn’t Be A Chore.”
That story is manic because I was horribly depressed, almost to the point of numbness, and I was desperate to find a way out of that frame of mind. I was actually terrified of posting that story, of going through that whole mess again, of the fandom backlash I was sure was coming.
It never happened.
I’m not sure if it was the fandom, or the readers on AO3, or the fact that Marvel fandom is more spread out and people are more likely to read their ship and just ignore the others that don’t interest them, but that story was like lifting a weight off of my back.
And while I still liked Sherlock, I slowly stopped writing for it. The more I read, the more I stepped back from the handful of episodes, the less I could find to like. Moffat kept opening his mouth, and I started to pull away from it. I no longer have any interest in the show. I met some great people through the fandom (Hi, O!) but it counts as probably my worst experience in fandom, and I once got punched in the face as a child for wearing a Star Trek shirt.
So I have little interest in revisiting those stories, even for the process of moving them. I am glad I wrote them, and I’m super glad that people enjoyed them, but I’m not looking forward to another round of “This has not been BRIT PICKED AT ALL” comments. 8)