... Wow.
On the 24th of this month I will have been on LiveJournal for fourteen years. And knowing that has made me all weird and nostalgic, remembering how active some fandoms used to be - even just my own little corners. I remember not being able to keep up with my flist if I was away from it more than a couple of days - kinda like Tumblr is now, but none of it was reblogs/reposts. Some of it was fic posted to multiple communities, but most of it was people talking. A lot of chatter and randomness, but so much interaction. So much. Tumblr sometimes feels like its default ways to interact are more passive than active.
I don't think it's entirely a coincidence that my most productive writing years were also the years that some fandoms were overwhelmingly active on LJ. That's not the only factor, but it definitely helped. There was always something sparking one idea or the other.
Writing is coming slowly, these days. I'm struggling with this year's AinA more than I've struggled with any other SS exchange in the last few years. I feel strangely disconnected with the material, which is odd because it's not like my love for it has decreased at all. I wish I had time to go back and just re-read the Silm from start to finish, taking my time, sinking into it all over again. And then go read some good fic. And see where that gets me.
My issue, too, is that I want to fit it all in. I want to spend enough time with my camera to be excellent at what I do. I want to write. I want to make things out of yarn or paper or wood or ceramic or whatever else I have in my craft stash. I want to read. I want to spend time online with the people I adore and have things to talk about rather than just rambling about the same things over and over.
I'm not sure what this ramble is, anymore. It started out as one thing and it's morphing into something else.
I don't think it's entirely a coincidence that my most productive writing years were also the years that some fandoms were overwhelmingly active on LJ. That's not the only factor, but it definitely helped. There was always something sparking one idea or the other.
Writing is coming slowly, these days. I'm struggling with this year's AinA more than I've struggled with any other SS exchange in the last few years. I feel strangely disconnected with the material, which is odd because it's not like my love for it has decreased at all. I wish I had time to go back and just re-read the Silm from start to finish, taking my time, sinking into it all over again. And then go read some good fic. And see where that gets me.
My issue, too, is that I want to fit it all in. I want to spend enough time with my camera to be excellent at what I do. I want to write. I want to make things out of yarn or paper or wood or ceramic or whatever else I have in my craft stash. I want to read. I want to spend time online with the people I adore and have things to talk about rather than just rambling about the same things over and over.
I'm not sure what this ramble is, anymore. It started out as one thing and it's morphing into something else.