I know it's nothing to brag about really, but I have a story on the "popular" list.
And I know, it's just for clop and sensational stuff (mostly) but still...
YES! YES! YES! YES! FINALLY!
I think of myself a descent writer. My stories have improved, nowadays I have the usual 1/10-liking and in one case even a bit more. Well, of course a lot of that credit goes to my poor fantastic editors, who has to live with my drivel, but I still want to believe I have improved. But yesterday I found something out that annoys me.
Have you read that comic? It's brilliant.
But that's not the point. The point is, I very rarely reply to any threads of blogposts in other ways then "Great!" or "I agree" or "I like bread" because that's the answers I can give without feeling stupid.
But, the Frank, you might ask, Don't you have feelings? Don't you have personal opinions you want to express?If you read something that really pisses you off, don't you feel the urge to reply?
Of cource I do.
I'm inspired, yay! The vampony-storie is in the works, two new storied for Halloween, and today... another one. It is actually fun to really have that drive to write. It's been a while. To fill this space a bit, I'm going to rant about why some of my stories exist. (the real point of this blog will be revealed later on.)
Good song. Anywaay... I don't know if any of you read my story "a suitable job for a woman". Well, it doesn't matter if you have or not, because I'm revokeing it. If that's a word... Yeah, I was having doubt about it from the beginning, it was a one-shot, and then I thought I'd expand it, but... well... I'm not a gou for long story-arcs. But I did order a cover pic for it, I got it today, and it was AWESOME! So, I must do something with it... And so, I'm changing it to a collection of short
Yep, Blogging today as well. And I still got writers block. Or... well... I did write some today. It was sort of good. The thing is, I have this idea, that I think is pretty good, and funny. And I got the plot sorted out, I know pretty much what's going to happen.
But when I sit down, I just get this feeling of "I don't want to do this." I am bored. I want the story to write itself. What's wrong with me? Am I tired of ponies? No.