a writing rant...
I've been so busy beta'ing and writing my original fic that I've completely forgotten about those few days I wrote fanfic myself (from 03-06, apparently). So, this morning, I wake up to some really in-depth reviews from someone who read my stories. She was totally dissecting them and I was embarrassed because I *know* they're shit, and I know I can write better than that, but I've yet to muster the will to go back and edit them or to even just delete them because, hello, I'm a nostalgic whore. I dunno.
I'm always happy for reviews, don't get me wrong, and I'm totally fine with constructive criticism, which this was. It was more like... she was looking at a picture of me in high school and giving me fashion advice, but I'm like, Hey, I don't even own those jeans anymore!
I dunno... I dunno...
I'm always happy for reviews, don't get me wrong, and I'm totally fine with constructive criticism, which this was. It was more like... she was looking at a picture of me in high school and giving me fashion advice, but I'm like, Hey, I don't even own those jeans anymore!
I dunno... I dunno...