Subject: At the risk of undermining myself, a parallel thought.
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Posted on: 2016-09-27 16:03:00 UTC

I dreamed about becoming a Ranger. Maybe Aragorn would stumble wounded into the Prancing Pony, and I'd help nurse him back to health, thereby proving my skills enough to get taken on as an apprentice, and we'd go off and have father-daughter-esque adventures together. Man, I really wanted that. I still really want that.

And I would totally read a fanfic about that, too, if it were well-written and didn't involve the main character also, say, being a werewolf who is just fluffy and misunderstood despite werewolves in M-e being 100% evil because they were created by and served the second-most evil Dark Lord in the history of the universe. I don't object to a woman Ranger, but I do object to anyone being able to sew three dresses in one hour, balance on the point of a sword in someone else's hand, and making the noble, wise, and kind canon character that I love into a tool for propping up her own rightness. (I'm talking about the fic (now deleted) featured in this mission, parts of which I genuinely liked. Shame it was ruined by the above and more.)

Anyway, dreams make crappy stories without a lot of effort to weed out the nonsense and fill it in with logic. Dreams don't have to make sense, but stories do. Have your dreams, love them, remember them—but maybe don't write them down, and definitely don't put them where other people can see unless you're prepared to do the work.

~Neshomeh

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