WARNING: Rant-ish sort of nonsense is written below. Read at your own risk. It really has no direction.
I’m in a mood. There, I said it.
I’ve been thinking about my writing a lot lately. I have written recently, which is a change from the previous 6-8 months. I enjoy writing. But why do it?
I once had a beta-reader tell me that they would be very disappointed if they had paid for my story. That hurt. Especially coming from a respected ‘friend-ish’ person. No sugar coating, no nothing. Just bam! Your baby is ugly.
I almost quit writing because of that. But then a real friend (like an actual person I know, and see daily, not an internet friend) said, “I think it’s funny and I like the story. That is only one person’s opinion. Why quit based on them?”
I get pretty good reviews, even from strangers, when I get reviews. And that, I think, is the key to my mood. Getting reviews.
Like it, don’t like it, just let me know someone…ANYONE…is reading what I’ve written. I spent time on that story. I want someone to have an opinion on it, one way or another. Sort of makes me feel justified for spending all the time writing.
Whatever…back to writing. I like my stories. I guess that is all that really matters, right?
See, I told you this wasn’t going anywhere. I’m not even sure this makes sense.