In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Object of My Dejection.”
There’s a story I think about a lot. It’s called Just A Mistake, and I started writing it when I was about 17 years old. I think I was still at school, but it definitely got started before the third series of Torchwood aired. It is a Torchwood fanfiction, and it’s over 100,000 words long. And I haven’t written a single word on it for years.
I used to work on it daily, back when it was fresh. A couple of thousand words every single day, about a long distance relationship between the two main characters. They had a cat, and now I have a cat named after that cat. I loved that story, and it was so popular. There aren’t man stories with more reviews and favourites on Fanfiction.net.
But the fandom died, slowly and painfully, and the fourth series was a nail in the coffin. One of my main characters died, and so did most of the others, and I just lost the love. It’s still sitting there, half finished and waiting for an update. The next chapter is Christmas.
Maybe this winter will put me in the mood for it again. Maybe.