Twitter is such an odd duck sometimes. It’s a platform which is open to vile hate and also moments of genius hilarity. And sometimes you can just have fun or make a friend.
Lately, I’ve actually been avoiding Twitter just for the sake of preserving my inner calm and mental health. But, that doesn’t mean Twitter will avoid you in return, for good or ill. This time, it was for good.
More than a year ago, I made friends with the Real Ghostbusters accounts on Twitter. We’ve had moments of contention, but overall I really like the characters and I have a ton of respect for the people actually behind the accounts themselves. And they don’t seem to think I’m a pile of garbage, in spite of us exchanging words — politely, mind — and sometimes very disparate opinions.
RGB Peter is the most most likely to reach out to me from Twitter on occasion, whenever he’s bored, I think. And this time he specifically asked me for a story.
You have to understand, the reason these guys ever got on my radar, and I on theirs, was because of my RGB fanfic. We have differing opinions on the concept of fanfic, its legality/ethics, and what we like to read, but what I write has gone over well with them in general. So to have Peter ask me for a story, intentionally…
Well, I sure wasn’t going to disappoint him.
I was also, I’ll be honest, just fresh off a brain-numbing project at work and I was THINKING in spreadsheets — and not in the helpful way that enables creativity on my part. So Peter’s request hit me at just the right time, when I was thrilled to think about anything other than math.
So this happened:
I don’t know that I’ll put the story up at my AO3 or Fanfiction.net accounts just because it’s really told best in Tweet format and I have absolutely no ability to embed Tweets or texts or anything else with graphics on AO3 (and ff.net doesn’t even have the capability). But I thought I’d put it here since he asked me to post it somewhere.
You know? I worry sometimes that my innate creativity is struggling, that I’m losing my edge. And I won’t say this is a Nobel-worthy piece of literature. But I invented it on the fly, thinking while typing (and trying to avoid autocorrects), and it fell together as easily as sunlight from the sky.
If I can tell Peter a slightly funny, slightly quirky, slightly clever story from out of nowhere with my mind dulled to everything but teleinformatics in the time it takes to type it out, I must not be doing too poorly, after all.
And it was fun!