My old Re:Zero fanfiction
This morning I woke up to a surprise: someone from the US had hit about fifteen chapters of Re:Zero fanfiction I wrote back in 2019-2021, that virtually never receives hits. I assume this stranger read some of it as well. That got me to reread a few chapters again, and I remembered that I had an absolute blast writing this story. Some of the funniest scenes I have ever giggled through appear there (most others in my ongoing novel).
Why on Earth was I writing Re:Zero fanfiction anyway? Back in 2018 I had released two books of novellas in Spanish, my native language, but nobody cared. Although I sent them to a few contests, I got no reaction. That was disheartening, even more so because I had come to a turning point of sorts in my creative life: for years I had only read, watched, and played stuff in English, and I didn’t connect with the material either produced in or translated to my native language. I resented plenty of translators, because they injected lots of local colloquialisms into other people’s works, and in general I simply didn’t enjoy the vast majority of the stuff that Spanish-speaking people created. To this day, the only album in Spanish that I listen to semi-regularly is Los Rodríguez’s Palabras más, palabras menos (that I think is fantastic).
I no longer consumed material nor thought, for the most part, in the only language in which I could become proficient enough. That surely killed any hopes of writing original works in English, as well as trying to write seriously in my native language.
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Why on Earth was I writing Re:Zero fanfiction anyway? Back in 2018 I had released two books of novellas in Spanish, my native language, but nobody cared. Although I sent them to a few contests, I got no reaction. That was disheartening, even more so because I had come to a turning point of sorts in my creative life: for years I had only read, watched, and played stuff in English, and I didn’t connect with the material either produced in or translated to my native language. I resented plenty of translators, because they injected lots of local colloquialisms into other people’s works, and in general I simply didn’t enjoy the vast majority of the stuff that Spanish-speaking people created. To this day, the only album in Spanish that I listen to semi-regularly is Los Rodríguez’s Palabras más, palabras menos (that I think is fantastic).
I no longer consumed material nor thought, for the most part, in the only language in which I could become proficient enough. That surely killed any hopes of writing original works in English, as well as trying to write seriously in my native language.
[Check out the rest of this post on my personal page, where it looks better]
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