Hello, my lovely inkblots, and welcome to a very experimental kind of blog post. Today, I want to talk about something that happened during my first semester of college. This experience really stood out to me because it was very scary and weird, but it also had to do with my writing so I figured it would be appropriate to share here. To all my writers in the audience, please tell me if you have ever experienced anything similar to this.
Like I mentioned before, it was my first semester of college and I was in my Intro to American Literature class. This was also before I became a VTuber, so I was writing under my real name. As some of you may know, I self-published two books under my real name before I even began college. A few of my professors, my friends, and my family knew, but I didn’t really talk about it outside of that. Well, my group had finished talking about our reading assignment and someone brought up creative writing. As it turned out, one of my classmates liked to write poetry, so I mentioned my books and talked about how I was writing my third and outlining my fourth. One of my classmates (we’ll call him Rick for this post) got super excited when he heard this. His eyes lit up and everything when he asked me what kind of stories I write.
Even though I see myself as being more of a multi-genre writer now, at the time I mostly focused on fantasy stories with female leads and the found family trope (which is still not that far off from what I have written today, but whatever). Basically, I gave this guy an elevator pitch of my two books, which isn’t much more than a quick summary. I made sure to keep it as brief as possible because I knew our group time was close to being over. After I explained, he decided to share an idea that he’s had for a book for a while with me. This would have been fine if he would have stopped when group time was over, but he didn’t. The professor called for our attention to wrap up the class and he continued to try to talk to me. I was trying my best to listen, especially because this was my favorite professor, but Rick kept talking over him and didn’t stop until the professor called him out for it.
Not long after, class ended and I was getting my stuff ready to go. This was also the point in the day where I had the biggest gap in my class schedule, so this was my lunchtime and I was planning on heading to the cafeteria. As soon as I started packing up, Rick starts to try to resume the conversation and continues on telling me about his book idea. I had no problem with this at first, but he continued to follow me and talk about his book almost all the way across campus to the cafeteria. It got to the point where I couldn’t get in line for food because I didn’t know how to end the conversation.
So, here’s where I might as well talk a little bit about his story idea, and not because it was bad or anything, but because I recognized that it was much different from my writing. (This is relevant for later, as you can probably tell by the title of this post.) His story was about a tragic male hero of a protagonist who had lost his wife (who was used to advance the plot) and it was very edgy with sci-fi elements and things like that. There was no found family trope, it was like this character was against the world. Honestly, it wasn’t really my thing.
He continues telling me about the story idea and this is where things started to get worse. We were outside the cafeteria and I’m standing there, listening to him, but also trying to think of how to end the conversation because sometimes I have the social skills of a potato. Eventually, he got to the point where he looked at me and said, “Do you think you are good enough to write my vision?”
This part confused me. I looked up at this guy, who was probably twice my height and weight, and I gave him probably the strangest expression ever for two reasons:
- You don’t usually just ask for random people that you just talked to
to write your book for you, and
- His story was the complete opposite of what I write
Also, I don’t normally do story commissions and it definitely was not on my mind then. So, I very politely declined and said that I couldn’t because, as I mentioned before, I was working on two more books for my four-book series and his story was very different from the things that I normally wrote. (Again, not in a bad way.) This guy towers over me and loses his mind. His face got red and he freaked out like I had insulted him, even though I really put emphasis on the fact that I was working on other projects for my own writing. He started yelling at me and basically saying things along the lines of that I’m not as good of a writer as I think I am. He continued to say all these degrading things that you wouldn’t normally say to a writer, especially if you haven’t read any of their work, and he stormed off. I was finally free to go get my lunch and prepare for my next class.
It was a very confusing and scary experience because I had only talked to this guy maybe once before this incident and he never talked to me again, which now that I think about it is very much a plus. He actively avoided being in my group for that class for the rest of the semester, which was fine.
So, yeah, that is the story of how one of my classmates in college flipped out on me because I refused to write his book for him. If you enjoyed this post, please let me know with a like or a comment. If you would like to see more posts like these in the future, please consider following this blog. I would seriously appreciate it.
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