If somehow I became brain dead, I would still think your writing stinks!
I don't know what displeases me more, writing that is so bad it knots my stomach, or the fact that I get sucked into reading it and can't stop as if it were a train wreck. I do this not only with ff, but also with real, live, published pieces. And then I mourn for my dear friend who can't get his amazing, entertaining and intellectual piece published. I think the intellectual part is the bit that throws potential agents off.
I should really get off my ass and...well I could leave it right there, but I should really get off my ass and insecurities and try put something marketable together and/or get a real job. I know at the core of it, I am a good writer. People who know and don't have a personal stake in such things have told me to get out there. Yet I am still held back from my horrific spelling (really just a problem with British/American switching and language issues in brain) and my stubborn lack of proof reading. And of course, knowing I make grammatical errors that would cause an editor a heart attack. One worth their salt at lest. Speaking of which, I read an interesting article in the New York Times magazine on Sunday about the use of of. Now I am freaking out, unsure of its proper usage. Like rigt there...was that correct? Ahhhhhhhh....
My other point of note was the return of my bunnies. Apparently since they did not like the cold (in all senses) atmosphere of the attic, and have since thawed out being back on the dirty coast, I have completed a short fic and have actually added to my new stories. Please join me in a dance.
Random point: We now live right by a firestation. I love it because I missed sirens. I am weird.
Second random point: I am going to miss Fay for however long she is not on here.
I should really get off my ass and...well I could leave it right there, but I should really get off my ass and insecurities and try put something marketable together and/or get a real job. I know at the core of it, I am a good writer. People who know and don't have a personal stake in such things have told me to get out there. Yet I am still held back from my horrific spelling (really just a problem with British/American switching and language issues in brain) and my stubborn lack of proof reading. And of course, knowing I make grammatical errors that would cause an editor a heart attack. One worth their salt at lest. Speaking of which, I read an interesting article in the New York Times magazine on Sunday about the use of of. Now I am freaking out, unsure of its proper usage. Like rigt there...was that correct? Ahhhhhhhh....
My other point of note was the return of my bunnies. Apparently since they did not like the cold (in all senses) atmosphere of the attic, and have since thawed out being back on the dirty coast, I have completed a short fic and have actually added to my new stories. Please join me in a dance.
Random point: We now live right by a firestation. I love it because I missed sirens. I am weird.
Second random point: I am going to miss Fay for however long she is not on here.