Oh man.
Firstly, I'm about 80% better! Yay! My ear infection took a turn for the worse last week, and when the pain got so bad that I couldn't sleep for two days straight, and my ear looked like nothing so much as a sausage stapled to the side of my head, I decided it was probably time to go to the hospital.
A week and some sweet, sweet antibiotics later, I'm on the mend! d(' 'd)
Also, man. I know it's been a while since the last time I ran a fic past a beta (because I'm terribly impatient and lazy like that), and hoo boy have I forgotten how nerve-wracking it is. The reply popped up in my inbox a half an hour ago, and I've been finding all sorts of things to do to avoid reading it. Like writing this post. XD
It doesn't help that the fic is a bit darker than I usually write, to the point where I think I could classify it as horror. Which is so out in left-field compared to my usual brainless fluff that I'm kind of nervous about it to begin with. Not that I actually think my betas are going to rip me to shreds (even if it's awful I'm sure they'll be very kind about it), it's just that my confidence level is somewhere around my ankles. Not to mention that critique is never as terrible as I'm afraid it'll be. But does that stop me from turning into a big, fat baby every single time? NO SIREE.
MAN UP, SELF. Put on your big writer pants and deal with it!
I would just like to warn everyone that if I ever manage to get myself published, I will be a nervous wreck for a month. Maybe more. I may possibly combust in a spontaneous manner if I ever have to read real-life editor critique.
Okay, okay. Time to stop procrastinating. ;)
ETA: As I suspected! No reason at all to flail. Unless you count the fact that my spellcheck overlooked some things it shouldn't have, which is kind of embarrassing since it makes it look like I didn't put my work through the spellchecker, but not too bad besides that.
A week and some sweet, sweet antibiotics later, I'm on the mend! d(' 'd)
Also, man. I know it's been a while since the last time I ran a fic past a beta (because I'm terribly impatient and lazy like that), and hoo boy have I forgotten how nerve-wracking it is. The reply popped up in my inbox a half an hour ago, and I've been finding all sorts of things to do to avoid reading it. Like writing this post. XD
It doesn't help that the fic is a bit darker than I usually write, to the point where I think I could classify it as horror. Which is so out in left-field compared to my usual brainless fluff that I'm kind of nervous about it to begin with. Not that I actually think my betas are going to rip me to shreds (even if it's awful I'm sure they'll be very kind about it), it's just that my confidence level is somewhere around my ankles. Not to mention that critique is never as terrible as I'm afraid it'll be. But does that stop me from turning into a big, fat baby every single time? NO SIREE.
MAN UP, SELF. Put on your big writer pants and deal with it!
I would just like to warn everyone that if I ever manage to get myself published, I will be a nervous wreck for a month. Maybe more. I may possibly combust in a spontaneous manner if I ever have to read real-life editor critique.
Okay, okay. Time to stop procrastinating. ;)
ETA: As I suspected! No reason at all to flail. Unless you count the fact that my spellcheck overlooked some things it shouldn't have, which is kind of embarrassing since it makes it look like I didn't put my work through the spellchecker, but not too bad besides that.