Deirdre’s Musings

Writing fanfiction is a lot like playing with dolls. It hits a lot of the same areas in the brain, and feels more socially acceptable when you're a teenager. My parents didn't care, I was at least doing something more productive than watching TV. Yet, despite it all, I have to give myself a little bit of leeway: I was only 13-14 when I wrote it. Like many other fanfiction authors at the time, I didn't really have a story structure for it. The “story” (if you can call it that), was 8000 words of shameless self-indulgent fantasies that I used to escape from my real-world problems.  At the time, I felt trapped in a very toxic friendship where my “friend” was low-key bullying me. He’d pick me apart, always told me I was worthless and stupid, never stopped reminding me that he feared me “trading him for new friends” to elicit sympathy from me.  On top of that, I was being bullied excessively by boys in my class. Being frequently told “it’s because they like you” has led me down ...

  I have almost forgotten that 2010 was fifteen years ago. Back when not only were the DS Pokemon games the norm, but the series had its own flavor that I never quite appreciated back then.  For me, Pokemon truly peaked with Platinum and HGSS. While I love the Unova games, late Gen 4 was something truly special. I can appreciate Unova’s story, but gameplay I’m always going to be biased for Gen 4. And so, I started replaying Heartgold.  Some may say it’s the nostalgia speaking, but there was something truly magical about this game.  The 2D sprites paired with the 3D buildings during the DS era of Pokemon made the series feel unique. Black and white somehow managed to perfect the art of combining the 2D with 3D.  I know it’s a shorter post, I just wanted to get this off my chest.  Thanks for reading.