"who wrote all this? You did? Really? Why aren't you writing something you could make money from?"
I think your dad is my mom. It's funny, 'cause I was just talking about this with DevilPiglet last night.
I work for my folks. Once I was fixing up the awards page on my site, and mom appears behind me:
Mom: "What's all this?" Me: "Um...it's the awards I've won... for my fanfic." Mom: "Hmmm...so how can you make money off of this? How can we translate this into cash? You're a fantastic writer, you know. [She hasn't seen any of my writing since my senior year in high school, and believe me, that wasn't fantastic.] Can't you just change the names and sell it to a publisher? Why don't you just charge people for coming to your site?"
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ninetydegrees
Oh, gawd...
on 2003-01-12 01:56 pm (UTC)I think your dad is my mom. It's funny, 'cause I was just talking about this with DevilPiglet last night.
I work for my folks. Once I was fixing up the awards page on my site, and mom appears behind me:
Mom: "What's all this?"
Me: "Um...it's the awards I've won... for my fanfic."
Mom: "Hmmm...so how can you make money off of this? How can we translate this into cash? You're a fantastic writer, you know. [She hasn't seen any of my writing since my senior year in high school, and believe me, that wasn't fantastic.] Can't you just change the names and sell it to a publisher? Why don't you just charge people for coming to your site?"
Sigh.