For those reading my latest, am I posting too many parts too fast? Wondering if I should slow down a bit. I usually post fic only after it's complete, so this serial sort of format is a little different.
I'm not sure many people are actually reading, so whatever makes it work better for the people who are. I didn't realize how much I was writing each day till I have to do a word count for Highlander50. Since they require a word count in your summary, I paste each section into Word to see what each part is at. I was surprised! Normally, I never look at word count.
I don't get audience response in that way, so that makes it simpler, I suppose. No expectations, so I just trundle along :)
Sorry you had a rotten day. But ever so happy to read your latest! I'm having one of those on the verge of tears all day days, so it was a real treat.
Yeah, unless someone comments, it's hard to gauge who's reading. It can be really shocking when you look at the amount you can put into the processor.
Rotten days: you, me, and my roommate. She's been feeling weepy all day. Me, I just had a bad sugar count in the am and then my bus to the subway was fifteen minutes late, and the first train was 10, and then the transfer train was 15 minutes late. Then I got off and found out that both the escalators weren't working and had to walk up four flights of very narrow stairs. I always wondered what it would take to get me to use the emergency inhaler. Now I know. Anyway, I walked into the office 25 minutes late, had to ask my boss to get me a glass of ice water, and had to walk down six blocks and back to pick up a prescription. Sigh. Some days you'd be better off just going back to bed, damn it.
I'm very glad I walk to work! Even in the rain when the traffic soaks me.
That's one of the weird things about posting in parts, as opposed to finishing then posting. When the comments drop off, I tend to think it's because the story sucks, so then I start second guessing myself and get to the point where I think I should rush it to a close to save myself the embarrassment of continuing with something dreadful.
I know I should be in better shape. Most of it right now is the stupid heel spur and the tendonitis.
Walking to work would not work--there's an English sentence in there somewhere screaming to get out. I live in Brooklyn, about a mile from the Brooklyn Bridge. I work in Upper Midtown East, on 55th Street. That's about another 10 miles or so. Don't know for sure. It's a twenty minute drive if there's no traffic. If I tried to walk it, I'd probably get there about midnight. You can walk across the Brooklyn Bridge--people do it all the time. For me it's either the express bus, the subway, or the car.
I used to have to take the bus. But when we moved here three years ago, I was suddenly only two miles away! I sure don't miss the bus and the wait and the transfers and running for the bus that came early. But this is CA and people don't get that I walk, even though it's so close.
I feel the same way about lack of comments! I'd think so do most writers, unless they're supremely self-confident. This is a really good story. It's a legitimately truly painful story, and yes, it's going to affect everyone involved in both universes. But I would say that Triona's the living embodiment of 'what doesn't kill us makes us stronger'.
And I'm the exact opposite of self-confident. And thanks so much for listening to me ramble on, I do appreciate it more than you know. You're an excellent sounding board.
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Date: 2007-06-15 02:30 am (UTC)From:I don't get audience response in that way, so that makes it simpler, I suppose. No expectations, so I just trundle along :)
Sorry you had a rotten day. But ever so happy to read your latest! I'm having one of those on the verge of tears all day days, so it was a real treat.
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Date: 2007-06-15 03:23 am (UTC)From:Rotten days: you, me, and my roommate. She's been feeling weepy all day. Me, I just had a bad sugar count in the am and then my bus to the subway was fifteen minutes late, and the first train was 10, and then the transfer train was 15 minutes late. Then I got off and found out that both the escalators weren't working and had to walk up four flights of very narrow stairs. I always wondered what it would take to get me to use the emergency inhaler. Now I know. Anyway, I walked into the office 25 minutes late, had to ask my boss to get me a glass of ice water, and had to walk down six blocks and back to pick up a prescription. Sigh. Some days you'd be better off just going back to bed, damn it.
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Date: 2007-06-15 03:36 am (UTC)From:That's one of the weird things about posting in parts, as opposed to finishing then posting. When the comments drop off, I tend to think it's because the story sucks, so then I start second guessing myself and get to the point where I think I should rush it to a close to save myself the embarrassment of continuing with something dreadful.
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Date: 2007-06-15 04:52 am (UTC)From:Walking to work would not work--there's an English sentence in there somewhere screaming to get out. I live in Brooklyn, about a mile from the Brooklyn Bridge. I work in Upper Midtown East, on 55th Street. That's about another 10 miles or so. Don't know for sure. It's a twenty minute drive if there's no traffic. If I tried to walk it, I'd probably get there about midnight. You can walk across the Brooklyn Bridge--people do it all the time. For me it's either the express bus, the subway, or the car.
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Date: 2007-06-15 05:00 am (UTC)From:Yeah, poor her. I feel so guilty!
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Date: 2007-06-16 01:59 am (UTC)From:Right up there with reading and writing and watching shows I love.
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