October 25th, 2006
|11:16 am - A question for fellow writers|
Hopefully, this won't sound too morbid. ;-)
Over on fanthropology several weeks back, there was a discussion about how people handle their fannish identities--stories about how people have put plans in place in the event of their death, for fellow fen to delete slash fic off of their computers or whatever.
This isn't what I'm asking about, but the discussion made me revisit an old line of thinking that I hadn't pondered in several years:
What do I want done with my stories (fic and original) in the event of my death?
Some authors want their journals, etc., burned. I'm not sure about that, but I'm also not sure I would want to risk just anyone reading them. What about fic? I'd love it if my stories lived on, in their archives, after I'm gone--but I'd need someone to keep an eye on said archives and be my proxy person, wouldn't I?
What about half-written ideas?
Part of me says, you know, it'd be easier to just say I want the hard drive wiped and all my papers burned. Words to dust just as my body returns to dust.
Another part of me thinks I should at least specify someone to look at the stuff and see if there's anything worth salvaging.
I'd love to hear the thoughts of other writers on this topic.
Current Mood: contemplative
|Date:||October 25th, 2006 09:56 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Kind of long and incoherent, but you said you were interested in thoughts...
In some places in my old journals I've actually gone back and written things in the margins like "Um, was I on crack at this time?" or "And as it turns out, I was totally right about this, so ha!" just so that anyone reading out of context knows that a) I didn't always stay crazy, I got better, and b) Ha, I was right about something!
LOL! I haven't ever done that--though I do sometimes say, remember such-and-such an entry? Well, here's how it stands now.
I don't care because I'm one step away from being an exhibitionist, but I can dig that others who are more *cough* retiring, as it were, might not like to have their worst moments figuratively on display.
Yeah, I'm not sure how much of it's a pride thing (not a ton, I don't think) and how much of it is just that I know perfectly well most people won't bother to try and *understand* someone else, and I prefer not to put myself at the mercy of such. Heh.