21 Oct 2011
Okay, so…I’ve published well over one-hundred thousand words of fiction with only three comments. Two of them were left recently by the same fellow on AO3 in response to the last two chapters of Bloodletting (the Final Cut). Tamoline left one on LiveJournal in hopes that it would inspire others to do the same, but I knew full well that she intended to. It was sweet of her, but asking for comments isn’t something I want to do. It isn’t something I enjoy. I’d rather not.
It all fell apart when I posted A Keyhole in the Sun. Since then (August 9th), my world has been pretty dreary. It makes me wonder if the story was just bad. I know it wasn’t, but being alone makes you consider all kinds of silly stuff.
I have stats I can look at that tell me that people are visiting my page, but I can only learn so much from them.[Poll #1788432]
Now I know the drill. I’m supposed to write because I enjoy it and I do, but an author without an audience is just pathetic. Without feedback it can be difficult to tell whether I have an audience.
I’m also obstinate, so your answers are unlikely to change my plans. I don’t intend to throw my hands up. And I’m certainly not the type of dick who demands feedback in exchange for prose.
I’d just like to know.