Lately it seems when I read over what I've written that I can understand why the vote and comment totals are so dismal.
I realize my motivation should not be to gain the approbation of others but to simply express myself and I do try to maintain that mindset.
Apparently a very small subset do find my drivel worthwhile so I will continue to post when the muse strikes... But honestly right now, I just think it isn't worth writing stuff no one wants to read.
To those who did read, thank you and I'm sorry I seem to be incapable of finishing a story.
Please forgive my self deprecation.
Comments
*hugs*
I know exactly how you feel. Ultimately, we all write for ourselves. Or, so it's said. But it is darned nice to know people enjoy it.
~And so it goes...
Don't be discouraged
I have read a lot of your stories in the past and they are good. Lately work has been so demanding I don't have time to read much of anything, little less do my own writing. Just remember it's summer, people are spending more time outdoors and less time in front of their PCs.
We the willing, led by the unsure. Have been doing so much with so little for so long,
We are now qualified to do anything with nothing.
Slow time
May through September is the slowest part of the year here, with June and July especially slow.
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
I look for your writings
I always do. The thing is, I'm not very good at commenting and telling you so.
I'll try to be better about that. :-)
Janice
It isn't drivel!
You write absolutely amazing stuff, Theide. Your prose is so intense and evocative. I only wish I could write like that, but it is never going to happen.
I consider that what you have written, especially your more recent work, could easily be labeled Art. I will read anything you write at any time and you will always get a kudos from me.
Comments, regrettably less so since my time is limited and I have to make the best use of it that I can manage.
Don't ever stop writing. The quality of your work shines through.
Penny
Theide, if I may,
The stories you wrote for my little universe were perfect showcases of what I wanted my universe to reflect. Caring, loving, very well written stories of people who had reached what they perceived as their last chance at a life they desperately needed.
I appreciated them when you wrote them and I still point to them as dazzling examples of what The Home That Love Built is all about. If I neglected to comment when they were originally posted, let me rectify that right now. Thank you for your wonderful additions to my little universe.
Hang in there hon. Your writing is right up there in quality.
Catherine Linda Michel
As a T-woman, I do have a Y chromosome... it's just in cursive, pink script.
The struggle capture painfully and superbly!
From Kerry and the Mome that Love Built:
Somehow, it put it all back into perspective, that her pain meant so little next to those who were dying. It made it a little easier to sleep when she could help them, even if it just meant holding a hand while they cried out in insensate agony. Somehow, that was comforting for her. Pain and death were old friends and she knew them well.
Still, there was something wrong with her. She knew it, but she didn’t know what to do about it. How do you manage to reach out to others? To make friends?
She didn’t know how, didn’t know how to share and so she retreated into textbooks. Others tried to reach out and she was so bound within her own fears that it never came to anything and eventually, even the endlessly loving people at the Home began to relate to her on the same level. Cold, professional, and unapproachable.
Somehow, she knew she had to fix that, but she didn’t have a clue how to begin. She didn’t feel like she could approach Irene or Cathilynn to ask for help. They had entrusted her with a duty, to see that the new wing and additions were done well and she was going to live up to that expectation if it killed her. <<< now that's writing!
Love, Andrea Lena
Discouraged
Aren't we all at times, look at the word dis -couraged, if you care for what you do, and you obviously care for your writing you will fear it doesn't say what you want it to or people won't see what you put in it for the world to see. After I saw your blog I went back and reread Some of your work ( Rhyslings Rue Undercurrents and True Hero) and found them all enjoyable. I could go on at length here but what I wanted to say was please continue and I will try to remember to hit that Kudo button and comment also.
There are two kinds of
There are two kinds of stories. The kind we write for ourselves, that releases the internal demons and self-doubts. And the kind we write for the pleasure of writing. These will appeal to a larger audience. The first type makes just us, usually, feel good. The second, makes everyone feel good. Examine your work, you'll find more of the second type, and much less of the first.
Then there are those with no writing talent. You are definitely a talented writer! Clear your head, take a deep breath, and create again.
The opposite of discouraged..
Is Encouraged.. I've read most of your writing here and have found all of it to be pretty well written.. Yes, there's the odd moment that is a little flat, but even the well-known published authors have that. Your characters are believable, something that not all authors manage - I'm looking squarely at a certain Bike riding Lady, great story but not so believable character.
Please continue to write as the Muse strikes as I find your work interesting and entertaining.
Thanks Yawl!
Your comments and encouragement are deeply appreciated.
Abby
huggles, hon
your stories are powerful and I make sure I read them when they come.
hugs.