lamest of the lame excuses time!
Hi all!
Believe me, Blood on the Saddle is not falling by the wayside. In fact, I've got all but one of the four remaining parts finished. It's just that...omg, so lame, but my immediate family found this journal and kind of skewered my writing.
Like, "What is this nonsense about Star Trek and cowboys and rough-sex-nom-nom-nom? Why don't you do any *real* writing? Like a novel? Do that instead of this crap. Oh never mind, you'll never listen to this advice and keep doing worthless stuff like this forever" Now, God bless them, the Mother and the Brother are not, perhaps, the most Rah-Rah cheerleading types when it comes to my fic, but that seemed pretty harsh to me.
So I'm trying to push through that and the lingering F!S doubt in the back of my head. And I know it's not cool and none of the cool kids care, but I do: I care desperately about what other people, especially my family, think of me. After thatlittle exchange, any time I pick up a pen, that's all I hear in the back of my head.
Now, this isn't a cry for Moar Comments or anything, this is just me, sharing my neuroses with y'all. As writers (because bloggers are writers, no matter what the Mother says), I imagine you've all had your brushes with insecurity and fear. Hell, it's where we live as creative types. Any advice for shushing mental naysayers?
TL;dr = expect a real update as soon as I quell the haters in my head! So...relatively soon!
Believe me, Blood on the Saddle is not falling by the wayside. In fact, I've got all but one of the four remaining parts finished. It's just that...omg, so lame, but my immediate family found this journal and kind of skewered my writing.
Like, "What is this nonsense about Star Trek and cowboys and rough-sex-nom-nom-nom? Why don't you do any *real* writing? Like a novel? Do that instead of this crap. Oh never mind, you'll never listen to this advice and keep doing worthless stuff like this forever" Now, God bless them, the Mother and the Brother are not, perhaps, the most Rah-Rah cheerleading types when it comes to my fic, but that seemed pretty harsh to me.
So I'm trying to push through that and the lingering F!S doubt in the back of my head. And I know it's not cool and none of the cool kids care, but I do: I care desperately about what other people, especially my family, think of me. After thatlittle exchange, any time I pick up a pen, that's all I hear in the back of my head.
Now, this isn't a cry for Moar Comments or anything, this is just me, sharing my neuroses with y'all. As writers (because bloggers are writers, no matter what the Mother says), I imagine you've all had your brushes with insecurity and fear. Hell, it's where we live as creative types. Any advice for shushing mental naysayers?
TL;dr = expect a real update as soon as I quell the haters in my head! So...relatively soon!