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jlhThat's what I'd call this weekend. Eventful.
First and foremost, Chapter 6 of EWFS is up! So fast, people, so fast!
Second, annoyingly, I have to choose a different name for the short AT fics I sent in yesterday.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ely709 suggested jlh, so I'm going with that. I suppose as long as everything else is the same it isn't that much of a big deal, but still, it's annoying. I mean, no one's fault, but still annoying.
Here's a query for the writers out there: do you ever feel like the reviews, while supportive and all that, add to the pressure of what you are doing? I'm getting more and more of a sense that people like what I'm doing. Or even, that people are paying attention to what I'm doing, which I do find surprising as I tend to think of myself as paddling along on the outskirts, unnoticed. Sure, I'll do a bit of self-promotion now and again but that's different from being known. Not well-known, just known.
The thing is, I'm not sure what I did to get to this place. The fic is good—I very much believe in the fic. I just didn't think that others were, well, following along for lack of a better word. Apparently my comments on LJ are interesting enough that I get friended here and there, which is gratifying. I guess I don't tend to think of myself as all that special. Nice, certainly. Intelligent much of the time. Amusing on occasion. But now, certain events have consipired to make me feel a smidge more special. And I think I'm afraid to let myself feel it. I wonder why?
So, thank you to the person who made me feel special. You know who you are, and yes, I'll do what I need to do, just be a little patient with me this week. (See previous post; I'm rather distracted, myself.)
Also, thank you to the person who talked to me when feeling special, quite frankly, had me completely freaked out. Loff you.
Fellow muses, don't worry, it's only a smidge. No need to bring me back down to earth. Besides, we keep getting Niffled, so I'm really not special compared with you lot.
First and foremost, Chapter 6 of EWFS is up! So fast, people, so fast!
Second, annoyingly, I have to choose a different name for the short AT fics I sent in yesterday.
ely709 suggested jlh, so I'm going with that. I suppose as long as everything else is the same it isn't that much of a big deal, but still, it's annoying. I mean, no one's fault, but still annoying.Here's a query for the writers out there: do you ever feel like the reviews, while supportive and all that, add to the pressure of what you are doing? I'm getting more and more of a sense that people like what I'm doing. Or even, that people are paying attention to what I'm doing, which I do find surprising as I tend to think of myself as paddling along on the outskirts, unnoticed. Sure, I'll do a bit of self-promotion now and again but that's different from being known. Not well-known, just known.
The thing is, I'm not sure what I did to get to this place. The fic is good—I very much believe in the fic. I just didn't think that others were, well, following along for lack of a better word. Apparently my comments on LJ are interesting enough that I get friended here and there, which is gratifying. I guess I don't tend to think of myself as all that special. Nice, certainly. Intelligent much of the time. Amusing on occasion. But now, certain events have consipired to make me feel a smidge more special. And I think I'm afraid to let myself feel it. I wonder why?
So, thank you to the person who made me feel special. You know who you are, and yes, I'll do what I need to do, just be a little patient with me this week. (See previous post; I'm rather distracted, myself.)
Also, thank you to the person who talked to me when feeling special, quite frankly, had me completely freaked out. Loff you.
Fellow muses, don't worry, it's only a smidge. No need to bring me back down to earth. Besides, we keep getting Niffled, so I'm really not special compared with you lot.
