Some of y’all are trying to found-family your blorbos into a nuclear family parent/child dynamic in a way that suggests you have profoundly misunderstood the circumstances under which the one would plausibly call the other “daddy”.
one time a professor asked me if i’d ever wanted to write anything “more important” than romance. and i said no. i was put on this earth to write about sad people kissing. and if another writer ever came up to me and said they wanted to write 400 pages containing nothing but a character baking a single loaf of bread each day, then i would tell them to do that. people don’t write something because it’s important. they write about something and that is what makes it important
I had a professor literally headdesk when I said I wanted to write speculative fiction. Lady, if semibiographical works about tragic artists do it for you, that’s fab. My path is lined with robots and vampires and monsters, but that doesn’t make it not a path. The literary landscape is huge. If I happen to catch sight of you along my way, I’ll fuckin’ wave.
