One more time

I sit on my floor, surrounded by crumpled clothes, squinting at a screen as big as my hand. I don't move much, just pull down on the tab in Chrome. Refresh, refresh.

Maybe this time, I think. Maybe this time, someone will read and someone will comment and then I'll be satisfied, it will have been enough, pouring a bit of my soul into every fic I write will have been worth it.

Refresh. Refresh. Still no notes, but I keep trying. Maybe this time I'll get a message and it all will be okay and I won't have a twinge of guilt about writing fanfiction. Ever since my mum found out the nature of some of my fanfiction, she's tried to get me to do anything but write.

How many people have to see their own mothers weep unconsolably because they think they've lost their daughter to the mind of a cult or an evil influence?

I crouch over my phone. Refresh. Like me. Refresh. Tell me it was worth it. Refresh. Read what I have to say, dammit!

Refresh, refresh, refresh. I'll keep on going until I get a note. But I doubt I'll stop there.

Comments

[Killer Rose]

Wow that was kinda emotional and true wow im crying im sorry im so sorry *hugs tightly* this is my fault i feel like it is im sorry im sorry

[Shrinky Frod]

*hugs*

I'm sorry your mother has problems with this. This is why I try to keep my fanfic well away from family.

That and I do NOT need to know what my parents think of my porn. Having that happen once was enough.

[Prince Nightfire Grace]

*hugs you tightly* Very emotional and true. I’ve dealt with that a little bit thankfully my mom and dad stopped trying to stop me.