*blows off a layer of dust*
...well damn, it has been a while, hasn't it?
I haven't been up to much; mainly work and quiet domestic life. I have gotten back into fanfiction after a hiatus of 8+ years, and it is a surprisingly good feeling.
...albiet one that is slightly troubling.
I write for a pretty small fandom, and the first thing I posted got a surprising amount of attention. I got lotsa comments. Somebody recced it on TVTropes without even knowing my identity. Somebody else drew fanart. Honest to God FANART, people. For one fic!
...but I've never been able to recapture it. I refresh my inbox on my writing account several times a night and I ALWAYS go into a funk when I don't see comments on my new stuff (I'm typically getting 1 to 2 comments a fic--pretty good for a small fandom, all told). I beat myself up for not filling requests as quickly as I think I should, even when I'm coming home all worn out from work. When I do get a lot of comments, it is AWESOME. And then there is this long bleak stretch of nothing until I manage to produce something somebody likes again.
It feels like confirmation that I've only ever wanted to write for the wrong reasons.
I haven't been up to much; mainly work and quiet domestic life. I have gotten back into fanfiction after a hiatus of 8+ years, and it is a surprisingly good feeling.
...albiet one that is slightly troubling.
I write for a pretty small fandom, and the first thing I posted got a surprising amount of attention. I got lotsa comments. Somebody recced it on TVTropes without even knowing my identity. Somebody else drew fanart. Honest to God FANART, people. For one fic!
...but I've never been able to recapture it. I refresh my inbox on my writing account several times a night and I ALWAYS go into a funk when I don't see comments on my new stuff (I'm typically getting 1 to 2 comments a fic--pretty good for a small fandom, all told). I beat myself up for not filling requests as quickly as I think I should, even when I'm coming home all worn out from work. When I do get a lot of comments, it is AWESOME. And then there is this long bleak stretch of nothing until I manage to produce something somebody likes again.
It feels like confirmation that I've only ever wanted to write for the wrong reasons.