I'm normally a pretty positive person, but sometimes I get bad thoughts. Usually they're to do with my insecurity, which is worse than most people know.
Today I was talking on AIM about something completely different and the following hit me almost out of nowhere. I had to write it down to get it off my mind.
Nobody cares what I write or draw.
People like what i sew but they're not willing to pay for it.
The things that go on in my head are irrelevant, it's not about me, it will never be about me, the truly talented people will never be interested in my work. If I ever attract anyone with talent it's always a friend of a friend who becomes a friend, or someone from a message board - never anyone who likes my work.
The things I sew and build and put together are only good for free.
The things I write are only good for bouncing other peoples' characters off.
The things I draw and paint are no good for anything at all.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't a positive person so I could cry about it but it wouldn't do any good, it's not even worth getting upset about.
I create because if I didn't I'd explode, but it would be nice to produce something that was acknowledged by more people than i could count on one hand. Something, you know, that wasn't fanart.
It would be good if anyone was interested in anything I do.