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[lunesque]

A snippet of conversation:

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Dad: Sometimes I wish you never heard of Harry Potter and Kyo Kara Maoh.

Me (curiously): Why?

Dad: All this stuff about hearing your 'muses' and giving them names didn't happen until you got involved in writing fanfic.

Me (quietly): They've always been there, Dad. I just never talked about them.

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Then I lied and told him that it wasn't as though they were real, and I certainly knew better than that. That of course I didn't take it seriously and that it was really just a game anyway. And we laughed it off and continued with what we were doing.

He never believed me. All this time he's just been humoring my neuroses.

Maybe I am crazy.

Everything comes down all at once, doesn't it?

I'm not happy at all.

Comments

[suaine.livejournal.com]

They are real. Believe me, unless you want to throw me and a few other people I know about into the psych hospital right there with you. They are as real as anything.

[on-the-cusp.livejournal.com]

why are you not happy?

[saekhwa]

Psh. It figures. You're not crazy if you don't share. Or, at least, only share with your friends, who are also writers and who understand exactly what's going on.

Or maybe he doesn't get it because he can't relate, the way the rest of us can. He's always a little dark about it and thus, who you are. Maybe he feels left out and lonely.

And I am done making the attempt to rationalize your father's quote.

In any case, we still love you, babe.