Platen

I woke up around 6 am. The sunlight was perched on my bed, just begging me to get up. I usually didn’t wake up until noon on Saturdays but I felt I should go to bed earlier the night prior, seeing how much i’ve been staying up. I crawled out of bed and stumbled tiredly out to the kitchen, poured myself a glass of milk and walked back to my room. I sat down at my desk and took a few drinks as I waited for my emails to load. I saw I had a few new emails, nothing special. Probably just some spam from my League of Legends newsletter. Well, I was 66 percent right. The bottom two were from LoL but the top one read FimFiction. Could this be it?

I took another drink from my glass as the window loaded. To my surprise it had passed moderation. I almost spit milk all over my laptop! I knew it wasn’t a big deal, but when you publish your first story written by YOU, you feel happy. The kind of happy that makes you wanna jump up and dance, not giving a hoot for anything in the world. I set my glass down and gave my self a small fist pump of success.Now all I had to do was enjoy the rest of my day. Periodically checking my story via my phone of course.

The day went by like any ordinary day. I went out to lunch with a few friends, came home and played some video games, checked my story every 30 minutes or so, and ate my supper. After supper I lied in my bed just exploring through the apps on my phone. I realized I hadn’t checked my story in about an hour now, so I gave it one last check before I passed out. My story had fifteen views and one like. Not to bad, for my first. I passed out, phone in my hand, story on my mind.

Sunday morning came, it was still early, and I was still asleep. My little brother came in my room and nudged me awake. He asked if I would like to watch My Little Pony with him, seeing how my brotherly influence kinda got him into the show. So I sat up, threw on a shirt and some shorts, lazily made my way to the living room. As we watched Rainbow Dash make the skies of Equestria erupt in a shock wave of colors, I got an email notification on my phone. Again, it was labeled FimFiction, so I took a look. It was another writer, and by the looks of it his stories were pretty successful.

“Dear Platen,

I read your newest story, and I couldn’t help but congratulate you on how well your first story is doing! I’m sure in the longrun you’ll have more followers of other ponies who love your stories, myself being one of them. Keep up the good work!”

I don’t know why that letter touched me like it did, but it made me happy. I felt more confident than I ever was before. Who knew a few simple words can make a persons day? So I decided to check my story once more. 156 views and five likes. I couldn’t help but get overly excited, I mean, over night my story grew many more readers, and not a single one didn’t like it. Somepony commented on it giving me a congratulations and a few spelling checks, but overall it was a positive note.

By now, I had a thought in my head. It was a weird thought, but it was a good thought. One that made me want to write more. More detailed and in depth stories for the enjoyment of everypony. My thought was, what if FanFic writing is my spot in the fandom? What if its where I fit in the world? I liked the thought of it. And I liked every feature that came with it. I get to meet new friends, also writers like me. But mainly, it’ll connect me with a hobby. One I love and one that I could continue for as long as I can type.