To Err is Human

This isn't a sappy blog reminiscing on me, way back when, no. This is just a blog to serve as a reminder that, at one point, I cared.

I cared about upvotes, downvotes, comments, and favourites. I cared about how my works came across to others. And it was that caring that made me realize I shouldn't.

It was my first story on the site, long removed now, "Class of Equestria," a shitty fanfiction featuring an equally shitty main character. My first OC, Cake Mix. I come from another site, plenty of you already know that, and that story was my biggest over there. When I first posted it over on this site, it got swamped with downvotes and thus, I removed it. Embarrassed, I didn't want to write it anymore and took it down on both sites.

God, that was so long ago, now. At times, I think about it, wondering if I should ever try again, try and rewrite that story from the ground up. However, those thoughts are often times fleeting; there for a moment and then gone the next.

Never did, and honestly, I doubt I ever will. It was from the mind of a more immature, me. New to writing, but not. Before that, I wrote plenty of stories based on MLP, over on fanfiction dot net, all featuring the same shitty OC. I thought I was a godsend to literature.

How wrong I was. And, honestly, I'm glad to have been. That summit I reached? That amount of narcissism? It wasn't good for me, I got cocky and then proceeded to write just about the worst things ever and I fucking hated that. The metaphorical slap in the face I got, moving over here, was just about the best thing to ever happen to me.

After seeing all of those downvotes, I think it was like 2 - 10 on the ratio, I'd removed it. The story, the idea, all of it. I know I already iterated this fact, but there's a reason. After I did, something got to me. A new sense of sorts. I wanted to prove to myself and others that I can write. I've been improving every time I put my fingers to the keyboard. I'm not good, but I'm getting better.

I still make mistakes, I still have errors in my writing and that's all I care about. I can and will continue to improve as an author. I stopped caring about everything else.

That's why I accept criticism, I take it to heart and try my best to work on what needs to be, well, worked on. Criticism and improvement. That's what I go by now. Not likes, dislikes, follows, favourites, none of it.

Sure, I appreciate those that I do receive and they make me a happy man. But in the end, I just want to get better and show younger me what a dumbass he was. So yeah, at some point I cared about the niceties and hated the negatives. Now, I just appreciate it. Everything that comes with being a writer. Though, to be honest...

I care more about proving me, then, wrong.

Thank you, for reading,

Lack of Tact