Iain Aschendale
New Member
Good morning y'all. I was always interested in writing, wrote my first book when I was six. It needs some polish but I think it holds up pretty well, so I'll quote it in full here (not for workshop critique, I may put it up there later):
So yeah, you can see that I was really talented from an early age.
But in...2014 or so I discovered the term "flash fiction" and a now-defunct flash site called MicroHorror. 666 word limit, published at the discretion of the site owner, no payment, no awards, no medals, just a comments section. I found that the word limit was a very useful tool as I tend to wander verbosely without knowing where I'm going, so the idea that this story needs to end by this point taught me an important lesson.
Then the owner got bored or busy and shut Microhorror down, so I started looking for a writing forum. I wasn't a stranger to forum life; I'm a member of several RC car related forums (under a completely different username. Don't cross the streams), but I joined a few to see which was right for me. Not going to name names because I don't have anything good or bad to say about them, just that none of them seemed like a good fit for me except this WF.org and FictionPost dot com. I did okay there for a short time until...
...one day...
...I posted a brief snippet of my writing outside the Workshop. Y'see, I thought that the Workshop was just for completed stories or full chapters, I didn't realize it was the only place one should post any excerpted writing. And a very senior member, with a reputation for a sandpapery personality, very, very gently (I mean it, they were perfectly polite and friendly) explained to me that all writing belonged in the Workshop and they weren't going to offer any critique because I was still under my Workshop posting limit (2 weeks and thirty posts I think it was?).
I was mortified. I'd fucked up already, arrogating unto myself undeserved privileges, breaking site rules, and generally behaving like an entitled little prick.
So I fled. FictionPost dot com didn't have restrictions like that. It also had about fifteen active members (and an absentee owner/admin, there's a pattern here) and was a very friendly place. I was there for about a year before the owner decided they didn't have the time or the money and shut it down. Like WF.org, some members tried to build a lifeboat.
I hope this one floats better.
So I came back to WF.org and began the lengthy process of rebuilding a reputation as a decent forumite that I'd never really sullied in the first place. Eventually it was discovered that the former admin Wreybies and I are alumni of one of the most selective schools on the planet, and that we're cut from different shades of the same cloth. So, way cool.
It's weird. I'm an introvert IRL. I'm the guy over there in the corner who nods to you on the way in and doesn't talk to anyone but the same two people every day. I don't think I'm particularly witty in person, and I don't have a winning personality.
But by the flawed metric of the WF.org "like" system, I'm a really likable guy. I don't understand why I'm so different behind the keyboard (in a positive way, not the Internet Badass sort of thing) from my F2F persona, but here we are. Y'all are apparently actually seeing the best of me, FWIW.
Then in 2020 Moose, Jannert, and I got asked to join the mod team. Seven existing mods plus the three of us. Shortly afterwards it was just the three of us, and we made do. It wasn't always pretty behind the scenes, but all of us were just muddling through trying to keep this place going. We hired one more mod (EFMingo), then things with the owner of the old site got to the point where I (and I alone, I won't speak for anyone else on the team. They can tell their stories or not if they wish) got concerned about the legal status of what was going on, so I resigned the mod position and took a year or so break. Two years? Dunno, I popped in time to time but I was definitely on hiatus. But this has triggered the urge to write again, so I'm looking forward to being an active member here and helping out however I might.
That was long.
Russia and America did not like each other, so they said "Let's have a war." Tanks came out. Ships came out. Planes came out. They fought each other and America won.The Big War
So yeah, you can see that I was really talented from an early age.
But in...2014 or so I discovered the term "flash fiction" and a now-defunct flash site called MicroHorror. 666 word limit, published at the discretion of the site owner, no payment, no awards, no medals, just a comments section. I found that the word limit was a very useful tool as I tend to wander verbosely without knowing where I'm going, so the idea that this story needs to end by this point taught me an important lesson.
Then the owner got bored or busy and shut Microhorror down, so I started looking for a writing forum. I wasn't a stranger to forum life; I'm a member of several RC car related forums (under a completely different username. Don't cross the streams), but I joined a few to see which was right for me. Not going to name names because I don't have anything good or bad to say about them, just that none of them seemed like a good fit for me except this WF.org and FictionPost dot com. I did okay there for a short time until...
...one day...
...I posted a brief snippet of my writing outside the Workshop. Y'see, I thought that the Workshop was just for completed stories or full chapters, I didn't realize it was the only place one should post any excerpted writing. And a very senior member, with a reputation for a sandpapery personality, very, very gently (I mean it, they were perfectly polite and friendly) explained to me that all writing belonged in the Workshop and they weren't going to offer any critique because I was still under my Workshop posting limit (2 weeks and thirty posts I think it was?).
I was mortified. I'd fucked up already, arrogating unto myself undeserved privileges, breaking site rules, and generally behaving like an entitled little prick.
So I fled. FictionPost dot com didn't have restrictions like that. It also had about fifteen active members (and an absentee owner/admin, there's a pattern here) and was a very friendly place. I was there for about a year before the owner decided they didn't have the time or the money and shut it down. Like WF.org, some members tried to build a lifeboat.
I hope this one floats better.
So I came back to WF.org and began the lengthy process of rebuilding a reputation as a decent forumite that I'd never really sullied in the first place. Eventually it was discovered that the former admin Wreybies and I are alumni of one of the most selective schools on the planet, and that we're cut from different shades of the same cloth. So, way cool.
It's weird. I'm an introvert IRL. I'm the guy over there in the corner who nods to you on the way in and doesn't talk to anyone but the same two people every day. I don't think I'm particularly witty in person, and I don't have a winning personality.
But by the flawed metric of the WF.org "like" system, I'm a really likable guy. I don't understand why I'm so different behind the keyboard (in a positive way, not the Internet Badass sort of thing) from my F2F persona, but here we are. Y'all are apparently actually seeing the best of me, FWIW.
Then in 2020 Moose, Jannert, and I got asked to join the mod team. Seven existing mods plus the three of us. Shortly afterwards it was just the three of us, and we made do. It wasn't always pretty behind the scenes, but all of us were just muddling through trying to keep this place going. We hired one more mod (EFMingo), then things with the owner of the old site got to the point where I (and I alone, I won't speak for anyone else on the team. They can tell their stories or not if they wish) got concerned about the legal status of what was going on, so I resigned the mod position and took a year or so break. Two years? Dunno, I popped in time to time but I was definitely on hiatus. But this has triggered the urge to write again, so I'm looking forward to being an active member here and helping out however I might.
That was long.