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I used to write entirely for myself! I was an audience of one. And that was enough for me. I dreamed in the abstract of publication someday, but I wasn’t hung up on it.
I’ve just found, is the thing, that I write much better when I know someone’s reading it, because I then realize that the thing has to make sense on its own, not just as a recounting of internal processes that I already have the necessary context for. And external validation is a powerful, powerful motivating factor, especially if one is relatively unfulfilled in other areas of one’s life. (I don’t mean I’m sad and lonely, exactly, so much as I mean that I’m never going to amount to anything professionally.)
So it’s hard to keep the faith, and there’s always the niggling thought that I could probably write something else and get more attention. But I mean, there’s never a guarantee of that, and in the meantime I need to tell the story I need to tell.
Plus, I mean, I do mean it– 40 whole people left kudos on the last installment, I undersold it– and, that one’s a WIP, no less. That is a lot of people, really; if they were all in one room I’d have to leave it, LOL. And I know some of those people like it a lot, so that’s certainly not nothing. I hope I didn’t come across as sarcastic or ungrateful, I genuinely do appreciate that.
I just feel alone in the dark etc and that’s what I get for writing angsty fic!
I used to write entirely for myself! I was an audience of one. And that was enough for me. I dreamed in the abstract of publication someday, but I wasn’t hung up on it.
I’ve just found, is the thing, that I write much better when I know someone’s reading it, because I then realize that the thing has to make sense on its own, not just as a recounting of internal processes that I already have the necessary context for. And external validation is a powerful, powerful motivating factor, especially if one is relatively unfulfilled in other areas of one’s life. (I don’t mean I’m sad and lonely, exactly, so much as I mean that I’m never going to amount to anything professionally.)
So it’s hard to keep the faith, and there’s always the niggling thought that I could probably write something else and get more attention. But I mean, there’s never a guarantee of that, and in the meantime I need to tell the story I need to tell.
Plus, I mean, I do mean it– 40 whole people left kudos on the last installment, I undersold it– and, that one’s a WIP, no less. That is a lot of people, really; if they were all in one room I’d have to leave it, LOL. And I know some of those people like it a lot, so that’s certainly not nothing. I hope I didn’t come across as sarcastic or ungrateful, I genuinely do appreciate that.
I just feel alone in the dark etc and that’s what I get for writing angsty fic!
