this is all of me

Dec 27, 2010 22:27

Sigh. My back took a turn for the worse and I spent most of today trying to find a comfortable position to spend more than five minutes in ( Read more... )

on feedback, nyc

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little_missmimi December 28 2010, 04:00:06 UTC
Ever since I got really involved with theatre (about age 10 or so), I've wanted to live in Manhattan so badly. I still really do, though I've realized that it'll have to wait until after college, as I'm just not equipped to me, essentially, on my own in a city that large. But I do plan on it. Every time I come home after a visit, my state seems so dull and lifeless in comparison.

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girl_wonder December 28 2010, 04:07:41 UTC
Two things:

1: you are making me feel sad I am not living in New York. It's something I really want to do someday and I think life is just not going to let me get there.

2: I don't know about kudos. I totally agree with your interpretation and when I read them that way then it makes me feel so much better! And ha! You are 100% on about watching the hit count grow and still seeing such a low comment count.

I guess I just feel like it's a different quality of response, and one that's going to take me some time to get used to.

(Although I agree about responding to feedback. I feel like such a tool saying things like, "Thanks, that's what I was going for" or "thanks! Glad you liked it!")

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thistlerose December 28 2010, 04:32:20 UTC
I think I'd want to live someplace a little quieter, like Brooklyn (two of my cousins have really pretty apartments there) but I love Manhattan. I haven't lived in NY for more than seven years, but no place else has ever felt so much like home.

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krazykitkat December 28 2010, 04:55:12 UTC
Here here on the kudos button! I have performance anxiety with leaving feedback, never sure what to say, so having the option to let the writer know I liked the story is great.

I get excited when I see another kudos or comment arrive in my mailbox.

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