I cannot honestly give you a decent answer to this. I have shared some seriously terrible fic in my life. And honestly? If I could rewind those years and reconsider sharing...I wouldn't. I would still regret it, but I wouldn't change hitting that post button. That's what taught me I shouldn't share in the future. I can have the most crazy, involved, incredible fic ideas, but my ability to translate them out of my head is sorely lacking. So now I just write it for me.
It's weird - when I read this post, I didn't immediately think of writing. I thought of singing. I sing all the time. All the time - the shower, the car, occassionally in my sleep, while i'm shopping. And last saturday, we had a jam night at our local pub - people kept trying to get me up to sing. And I was paralysed. Literally, frozen into non-action. It's one thing to sing for myself, which I do, constantly. It's another to open my favourite private thing up to judgement. I know I'm not brilliant, but I do it because it makes me happy. I don't want someone to judge it and take that away from me. I love it how it is. It's not great...but it's /mine/. Outside of judgement, or critical thinking. It's just....mine.
It's weird - when I read this post, I didn't immediately think of writing. I thought of singing. I sing all the time. All the time - the shower, the car, occassionally in my sleep, while i'm shopping. And last saturday, we had a jam night at our local pub - people kept trying to get me up to sing. And I was paralysed. Literally, frozen into non-action. It's one thing to sing for myself, which I do, constantly. It's another to open my favourite private thing up to judgement. I know I'm not brilliant, but I do it because it makes me happy. I don't want someone to judge it and take that away from me. I love it how it is. It's not great...but it's /mine/. Outside of judgement, or critical thinking. It's just....mine.
I hope this is helpful :)
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