Back in full... or so it seems
Jan. 13th, 2013 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartThe days with sporadic internet access at my workplace were a real bother - shows how much an addict I've become in the last decade or so. Of course, the fact that the only people sharing my eclectic interests are only accessible via cyberspace might have to do something with it.
My working holidays fell victim to the Godawful Cold of Hell, almost entirely. I was really sick, for longer than usual, and I'm still recoveting. Consequently, not much steady writing was done, alas. I did finish Chapter 03 of "Sea Flower", though - that's the one in which Princess Ivriniel calls Denethor 'the miserable spawn of a fatherless Orc', in case anyone is wondering - and I've started Chapter 03 of "Iceman and the Coffee Boy", so that's at least something.
I wrote random snippets to Sherlock-related crossovers, but I'm not very inspired at the moment. It's hard to work up inspiration when I know that aside from a few dear and faithful friends, the result will be mostly ignored. My stuff generally doesn't draw much attention; probably because it's pedantic and boring, I'm not sure. It's disheartening, but it can't be helped.
I'm not whining here because I hope for a miracle to happen. I just need to vent from time to time. Unlike for most people in the fandoms where I'm semi-active, writing isn't just a hobby for me. It's a way of life; has been since the age of 12. As I never had the money or the connections to publish, my only chance to get read is the internet... and the results are modest at best.
Ah, well. Probably the masses are right and my writing *is* crap. Perhaps I'm lying to myself, thinking that my stories would be worth the same interest as the stuff of some wildly popular authors. In which case I am tenfold grateful for the few dear souls who are still valiantly digging themselves through my rubbish every time I update.
I disabled comments because the last thing I could deal with right now is some hypocrite with a big following of their own lecturing me how I should write for the joy of writing itself, not for the positive feedback. It happened before, and I'm not taking it anymore.
My working holidays fell victim to the Godawful Cold of Hell, almost entirely. I was really sick, for longer than usual, and I'm still recoveting. Consequently, not much steady writing was done, alas. I did finish Chapter 03 of "Sea Flower", though - that's the one in which Princess Ivriniel calls Denethor 'the miserable spawn of a fatherless Orc', in case anyone is wondering - and I've started Chapter 03 of "Iceman and the Coffee Boy", so that's at least something.
I wrote random snippets to Sherlock-related crossovers, but I'm not very inspired at the moment. It's hard to work up inspiration when I know that aside from a few dear and faithful friends, the result will be mostly ignored. My stuff generally doesn't draw much attention; probably because it's pedantic and boring, I'm not sure. It's disheartening, but it can't be helped.
I'm not whining here because I hope for a miracle to happen. I just need to vent from time to time. Unlike for most people in the fandoms where I'm semi-active, writing isn't just a hobby for me. It's a way of life; has been since the age of 12. As I never had the money or the connections to publish, my only chance to get read is the internet... and the results are modest at best.
Ah, well. Probably the masses are right and my writing *is* crap. Perhaps I'm lying to myself, thinking that my stories would be worth the same interest as the stuff of some wildly popular authors. In which case I am tenfold grateful for the few dear souls who are still valiantly digging themselves through my rubbish every time I update.
I disabled comments because the last thing I could deal with right now is some hypocrite with a big following of their own lecturing me how I should write for the joy of writing itself, not for the positive feedback. It happened before, and I'm not taking it anymore.
