lahbarrett:

Amazon has just announced a new platform for paid fanfiction that will pay the original author of the “parent material” and the author of the fan-work. There will also be guidelines to place boundaries on what the fan can write based on the original author’s wishes. 

I don’t know that any good can come of this… I always thought of fanfiction as something written in the spirit of fandom to share your excitement with people all over the world. Making a profit off of it seems morally dubious.. and also sucks out the fun. It might also mean an eventual ban on free fanfiction for violating copyright. 

http://phx.corporate-ir.net/phoenix.zhtml?c=176060&p=irol-newsArticle&ID=1823219&highlight=

Can we all just blame 50 Shades of Grey for this?

startrekmademequeer:

dontblinktheangelshavecamelot:

Look! There was a fan fiction article in today’s  Washington Express (a free daily I newspaper put out by the Washington Post in Washington DC)

Link to the article online

Article credit, Beth Marlowe (Express)

Art credit, Patrick Leger (For Express)

This is fantastic!!

writer brain: watched Boom Town at the gym today. Came away with not one but two fic ideas. ficlets, but still. 

crowdog66:

Fic: “The Breach” 1/? (Doctor Who/Voyager, PG-13)

~200 words. OVERALL SUMMARY: A transdimensional rift leads the Eleventh Doctor and his companions Amy and Rory to Voyager, where they must contend with a wounded and desperate enemy. CHAPTER SUMMARY: The Swarm is disconcerted…

doktorwer:

I started this at the end of July. And I churned out 5 chapters pretty quickly. Then a week passed before the next chapter, then a month… etc. 

But finally my first Doctor Who fanfic is complete at NINE CHAPTERS. It’s also my first multi-chapter fic and my first one to go over 10k. 

It would help if I gave the right link. 

professortennant:

They told him that he was found wandering the Thames with no recollection of who he was. He kept rambling on and on about a Time Vortex and regenerations and aliens and time travel.
He was institutionalized almost immediately.
He never felt quite right on too stiff white, hospital bed sheets. Everything was too white. He had only just convinced the hospital staff to let him wear something other than the standard white scrubs.
He feels burdened down with too much time and knowledge and infinite space. The orderlies brush him off and offer him sedation instead.
The nurse grows concerned as he stares listlessly ahead of him. He has an odd tick of checking to make sure he still has 2 arms, 2 legs, all toes and fingers accounted for, and something about his ear. Always something about ears—big ears and wonky ears.
His hands move of his own accord and it scares him. Strange circles and tiny script. He doesn’t know what the circles mean. They hold a strange power over him and he averts his eyes. They bring pain and memories that don’t belong to him. Screams and the sizzle of burning flesh and a dying planet. It scares him.
The tiny slanted script, however, terrifies him for a different reason. The words revolve around one person, one girl, one image.
Rose.
He sketches her face on his bedroom walls. He professes his undying love for her bright smile and her compassion. He spends paragraphs on the curves of her body and the smell of her skin.
He cries into his pillow at night. Where is she? Why hasn’t Rose come for me? Where is Rose? Why does she keep walking away? Where? RoseRoseRose.
He spends his days and nights half terrified of himself and half terrified of the dreams that torment him at night. He just wants an escape. He wants peace. He wants Rose. 
He doesn’t want the screams and pain of a burning planet that exists in his dreams. He doesn’t want to see Rose walking away.
So he nods and shakes and continues to write on the walls.
And he accepts another dose of sedation and slips into blissful numbness: Escape.

professortennant:

They told him that he was found wandering the Thames with no recollection of who he was. He kept rambling on and on about a Time Vortex and regenerations and aliens and time travel.

He was institutionalized almost immediately.

He never felt quite right on too stiff white, hospital bed sheets. Everything was too white. He had only just convinced the hospital staff to let him wear something other than the standard white scrubs.

He feels burdened down with too much time and knowledge and infinite space. The orderlies brush him off and offer him sedation instead.

The nurse grows concerned as he stares listlessly ahead of him. He has an odd tick of checking to make sure he still has 2 arms, 2 legs, all toes and fingers accounted for, and something about his ear. Always something about ears—big ears and wonky ears.

His hands move of his own accord and it scares him. Strange circles and tiny script. He doesn’t know what the circles mean. They hold a strange power over him and he averts his eyes. They bring pain and memories that don’t belong to him. Screams and the sizzle of burning flesh and a dying planet. It scares him.

The tiny slanted script, however, terrifies him for a different reason. The words revolve around one person, one girl, one image.

Rose.

He sketches her face on his bedroom walls. He professes his undying love for her bright smile and her compassion. He spends paragraphs on the curves of her body and the smell of her skin.

He cries into his pillow at night. Where is she? Why hasn’t Rose come for me? Where is Rose? Why does she keep walking away? Where? RoseRoseRose.


He spends his days and nights half terrified of himself and half terrified of the dreams that torment him at night. He just wants an escape. He wants peace. He wants Rose. 

He doesn’t want the screams and pain of a burning planet that exists in his dreams. He doesn’t want to see Rose walking away.

So he nods and shakes and continues to write on the walls.

And he accepts another dose of sedation and slips into blissful numbness: Escape.

I started this at the end of July. And I churned out 5 chapters pretty quickly. Then a week passed before the next chapter, then a month… etc. 

But finally my first Doctor Who fanfic is complete at NINE CHAPTERS. It’s also my first multi-chapter fic and my first one to go over 10k. 

lol

Despite not finishing a novel draft, as well as halfheartedly doing this year’s NaNoWriMo with a new project, I’ve been discussing with John from Boston Whovians about another Ninth Doctor fanfic. This one is more AUish because it makes the Ninth Doctor much more PTSD than on screen. 

Oh and I still haven’t finished my first Ninth Doctor fanfic. 

doktorwer:

Alone at First (Chapter One) (Chapter Seven)

Ninth Doctor Fanfiction

Set Pre-Rose; A/N references Clive’s website from Rose


There was a special energy on the docks of Southampton that April morning. And not just because they were thronged with people eager for their journey.

White Star Line: Alone at First Chapter 8/9

Alone at First (Chapter One) (Chapter Seven

Ninth Doctor Fanfiction

Set Pre-Rose; A/N references Clive’s website from Rose 


There was a special energy on the docks of Southampton that April morning. And not just because they were thronged with people eager for their journey. 

Just walking by the immense ship made the hairs on the Doctor’s neck stand up. The potential energy of the moment pulled at the back of his mind, just like in Dallas. But more than a few days removed from the actual event made the buzzing in his head subdued, bearable even. 

As the Doctor strolled along the dock, looking for a specific family among thousands, he could see all the possible interventions to prevent the ship from leaving. A crew member to warn or an officer to delay. Or even an engineer to get drunk. The variations played out in his mind’s eye but they all ended in the same result as the “original” timeline. As tempting as they were, he couldn’t let them distract him. 

He was walking as fine a line as he ever had in all his years. Using a photo found on a conspiracy theorist’s (The Doctor would have used nutter if Clive wasn’t right) website as an excuse was pretty thin reasoning, but if the photo existed it meant that he had already been here. Now that he knew about it, he had to make an effort to complete the cycle. 

So there he was, perhaps the only person walking the dock that wasn’t working or gazing up in wonder at the ship. 

(link)

Finally finished Chapter 8 of my Alone at First fanfic. I’ll post a link tomorrow after I’ve slept on it to make sure it’s good!