I um. Can't stop listening to this song.
I wish I could explain it. But...
I can't. I really can't.
I didn't even play Mortal Kombat as a kid.
I'd like to tell you it's helping my flow of writing, sometimes intense songs get me all pumped up to do some serious key-stroking (that sounds inappropriate, but maybe* I just have a gutter filled mind.) But it's not really. It's not super distracting, but I am randomly starting to dance at my desk, which makes the whole 'typing' thing a bit more challenging.
I'm hoping I get this out of my system. Relatively soon.
Anyway, got some really nice feedback from new reviewers recently. Which was exciting.
Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore my regular readers and reviewers, they seriously keep me going. And they definitely bring a smile to my face. But I always start to have those crawling doubts when they're the only ones I hear from. Jerk-like Jiminy Cricket sits on my shoulder and laughs, telling me "These are the only people you'll ever get as an audience. Ever. Sucker."
So that's why it's nice to see new people pop up and actually say something.(because jerk Jiminy Cricket has to shut his pie hole. Or grass hole. Aphid hole? What the hell to crickets eat?) The story alerts or favorites are certainly nice, but it's hard for me(and Jiminy) to justify if they really liked it or not. Even I'll do that on something that I just want to get around to reading at some point because it's easier to keep track of that way.
But feedback! Real live feedback! That's my bread and butter. And the bane of Jiminy's existence. (along with a sturdy flyswatter, or shoe)
Of course, it's hard to remain level headed** when you get one of those fluffy nice reviews. There's that big smile, the warm fuzzies. It's really incredibly a little pathetic. No, it doesn't improve me as a writer, no, it doesn't let me know what I could be doing better.
But did I pump my fist in the air and do a little dork dance?
You betcha.
It also reminds me that I should be better about my reviewing. Because I can make all the excuses in the world about how busy I am with my own procrastinating writing, or how I want to really take the time and give a thoughtful review. But the fact is, I don't do it nearly enough. Which is really shameful, because I know exactly how rewarding and helpful those can be.
There. We started with Mortal Kombat. That, yes, is still playing in the background. And we came around to why I'm a lazy sack of crap who should be shot I should write more reviews.
That's some kind of oblongish, rectangular...full circle. Right?
*Maybe: roughly translated to "There's no 'maybe' about it I totally do. 'Maybe' was just me optimistically hoping I wouldn't have to admit it."
**Level headed: I AM A GOLDEN GOD! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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