if you want to write traditionally published ("tradpub") non-fiction...
you need to start by building a platform. significant numbers of followers/subscribers will demonstrate to literary agents, acquisitions editors, and acquisition/marketing committees that you already have a built-in audience, and are therefore a worthwhile investment.
i didn't start this blog with the intent of leveraging the platform to secure a book deal (well i mean, it was a thought, but never a serious one until i realized what book i wanted to write); i started it because i'd finished undergrad early, hadn't heard back from grad programs, and wanted somewhere to talk about history. but when it was time to make Book happen, having a platform of over 100,000 certainly helped convince the decision makers that i wasn't a bad investment.
so whatever your thing is, get on tumblr or insta or tik tok or substack or medium or whatever, and get started putting out content that you're proud of.
warning: this will only work if creating content about your thing brings you genuine joy, because it does take years to build that platform, even longer to get that book deal, and even longer to see any money. for context, i started this blog in March 2011 at the age of 21. i realized that the book needed to be a thing in Spring 2018 at the age of 28. i got the book deal in March 2023 at the age of 34. I am now 35 and working on rewrites. The book won't be released for over a year and a half.
2016 on tumblr was a very formative year for me in terms of my transitioning and expressing myself. the support and interest I got was always very encouraging and very validating. to be honest I am not sure why so many* people even followed for just constant reblogs, my silly asks, and occasional bad mspaint art
nevertheless, I miss those times a lot because so many people made me feel special. I think a lot of things I have done or wanted to do have at least in some degree been to recapture those feelings and that validation. but I don't think it can ever be the same again, and it's probably not a good reason to pursue creating things to begin with
I am in a very good place now, some might even say lucky/privileged all things considered (and no, I was always privileged). in spite of that I don't feel like I have much community, even with other like-minded furries and trans people who are generally much cooler and prettier than me. yeah I had to sneak a little self deprecation in there, you know me
but idk, I guess I wonder if it's even worth trying to go back to. am I an interesting person? a good person? am I able to give benefit to others? those are things I have always wanted to live for but still dunno if I'm any good at
in 2018 i cleaned out my childhood bedroom and found my diary from when i was 13/14. i felt inspired to write this song about the feeling of being a young girl with an all consuming toxic crush. a lot of these words come straight from that diary i found.
I find it fascinating when I get little windows into how people use this site and manage their blogs through comments they make about what is considered normal to them.
I made this account in 2012, initially with the idea of using it as a tell into the void journal of sorts, but was immediately derailed into using it to tap into fandom community in a way I'd never done before. I am very lazy in the way I manage everything. The people I follow are either people I know, or people who share things from fandoms I'm in. But I've been here for a dozen years now, some of those I follow have switched to fandoms I'm not even interested in and I still follow them so the content i see is a little more varied than it originally was. Still, if someone's content starts filling up my feed with stuff I'm not interested in too much then I will unfollow unless I consider them a friend.
I've never changed my username, my description has not varied much the whole time I've been active, I vary rarely use tags for anything other than commentary if at all. My reblogging habits are atrocious, my only caveat is to keep posts about world affairs, politics, or traumatic stuff to a minimum for my own sanity (I've been down the road I'd feeling guilty if I didn't reblog every fund raiser and awareness post I saw and it screws up my mental health). I will come online and just reblog a massive list of posts that interest me or I find fun or cute. I never use the queue, and I don't separate content out with tags or side blogs.
And somehow, I still have more followers than people I follow? Like, probably a lot of them are inactive or bots or something, but you guys that do actually wade through all the crap I put out, I have no idea how you put up with me.
I truly do understand the fear people have regarding people doing “fanfiction commissions” and making money off fanfics after the Anne Rice debacle, but we don’t have to act like it’s an inherent moral failing and like you’re a Fake Fan tainting fan spaces if you want to be paid for your work the same way fan artists do.
Anne Rice is a dick head for what she did and should be treated as such, treating the fear she’s wrought as some holy thing is fucking weird.
One of the main sticking points of the strikes is streaming transparency from the studios. Basically there are independent ways to find out how many people bought a movie ticket (box office sales) or watched a television show (Nielsen ratings), but with streaming, the studios keep the numbers in house and they very strongly want to keep it that way. They can say something is a hit even though no one I know has watched it, or they can cancel something due to stated low viewership even though it can be popular. Writers and actors want those numbers public for very understandable reasons, not only immediate residual reasons, but for future contracts. It’s hard to negotiate a higher fee “because you created the most popular show for teens on Netflix last year” when another executive can rightly say, “I don’t fucking know how many people that is.”
Now, there’s one of two reasons why the studios and studio heads are holding out this hard against streaming viewership transparency. Scenario 1: the numbers are way higher than they’ve been saying. In which case, the studios open themselves up for lawsuits for withheld pay by both unions under their previous contract. In that scenario, everyone’s kinda pissed a good long while, studios eventually pay up, but afterwards after some time, business can continue as usual, just the studios making slightly less money (while still making lots).
Scenario 2: the numbers are way way lower than what the studios have been saying. This is when things get a little dicey for the industry at large. Because then we find out that streaming is not as much of a viable financial option that they made it out to be, so the industry at large shrinks. (If/when this happens, do not blame WGA/SAG-AFTRA for bringing this to light because it was the studios who chose to make a series of poor financial decisions, like, I don’t know, tying up a fifth of a billion dollars on a movie starring a nonbinary criminal who couldn’t stop doing crimes until six months ago.) That means a lot of workers will be out of their jobs. Now, the studios and CEOs of said studios don’t care about that but, but this next part? When the news of studios juicing the numbers hits, their stock price will tank. And a lot of these CEOs salaries either have stock incentives or stock performance bonuses in their contracts. Those bonuses are gone, and if we know anything about the studios, they only care about themselves. So if the numbers are lower than what they’ve been saying, hoo buddy, they do not want that getting out.
My guess: the longer the strikes go on and the longer AMPTP refuses to negotiate with the unions, it’s probably closer to Scenario 2.
Kokomi wakes an hour and a half before her alarm. She scowls at her clock, then kicks off the bed clothes, gathers her fluffiest, most purple blanket, and curls up in her office chair like a grumpy purple storm cloud.
So lost is she in the mess of her essay that she doesn’t notice the floorboards creek—
A jerk to her chair—
Kokomi screeches, slamming her leg against the inside of her desk.
Kaeya laaaaaaaaughs.
With much less force and almighty frown, Kokomi gently pushes her chair into a partial turn and scowls at Kaeya—knocks Kaeya’s hand away. “Don’t you dare!”
He chuckles and holds his hands up, then, “Couldn’t sleep?”
“Woke up early. You?”
“Like a rock. Want any breakfast?”
“Just toast please.”
“Coming right up.” He kisses her forehead—
“Hands to yourself, mister!”
He chuckles and backs away. “One toast, coming up!”
Kokomi watches him leave, and then watches the door just a liiiittle longer, and then returns to poking halfheartedly at her essay—
A jerk—
Colours whip and blur—
Kokomi clutches at the arm rests—
The spinning slows and stops but Kaeya, hands gently easing hers off the arm rests, remains a smeary mess of shapes—
“Fish in the sky and stars in the water ….”
“No merry go rounds for you, got it.” He walks himself behind her chair and eases it into (forward) motion.
“Horses on the ceiling ….”
Kaeya frowns but pushes her chair right up to the table; she flops bonelessly.
“Peacocks in the bathtub.”
“Now I know you’re making stuff up.”
He can only see one of her eyes but it has a mischievous glint.
“Please do accept my most sincere apologies for being too weak to resist the temptation of my cute baboo in a twirly office chair.”
I will say that I think ethical breeding as veered from "we should produce healthy, sound, stable animals from parents who are healthy, sound, and stable" to "anything not a purebred is inherently unethical and should not exist". I'm not sure how much of it is online virtue signaling, but enough of it is to make me roll my eyes.
Come on, y'all. I'm sure my health testing working mix is sooo much more unethical than your byb purebred Frenchie.