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Almost exactly a year ago, I told myself something along the lines of...
I bet, if I just made time to sit down and do it, I could write a novel.
...and then I did that thing.
During the past twelve months, I wrote a 56,000 word story, a 21,000 word story, and a 19,000 word story, plus nine shorter works that together total about 30,000 words, not to mention an additional sixteen drabbles. I also edited and promoted these stories while editing and promoting my older work. Considering how lazy I am and how slowly I write, that's not bad.
During the past two weeks, I did another set of edits on the three longer stories and finished responding to all of the comments people left, and I think I'm done. In terms of reception, my performance was mediocre. Within my fandom cohort, I'm very close to the bottom of the pile. Although I'd like to think that I'm too much of a Rare Pepe to be appreciated by the unwashed masses, it's probably closer to the truth that my writing just isn't that appealing. Fair enough.
From here on out I'm going to have to return my focus to my professional life. I'm not looking forward to it, and it doesn't make me happy, but it has to be done.
I'm going to try to commission FigmentForms on Tumblr to do an illustration for The Modern History of Zelda as a memento of that one summer I spent playing around with a bunch of cool people on Tumblr while writing a novel. She's read the story, and she is a sweet person who has said nice things about it, but she's also a busy and successful artist, and it would probably be weird for her to accept money from me. Still... It doesn't hurt to dream, right? At least I can be a star in my own delusional mind.
I bet, if I just made time to sit down and do it, I could write a novel.
...and then I did that thing.
During the past twelve months, I wrote a 56,000 word story, a 21,000 word story, and a 19,000 word story, plus nine shorter works that together total about 30,000 words, not to mention an additional sixteen drabbles. I also edited and promoted these stories while editing and promoting my older work. Considering how lazy I am and how slowly I write, that's not bad.
During the past two weeks, I did another set of edits on the three longer stories and finished responding to all of the comments people left, and I think I'm done. In terms of reception, my performance was mediocre. Within my fandom cohort, I'm very close to the bottom of the pile. Although I'd like to think that I'm too much of a Rare Pepe to be appreciated by the unwashed masses, it's probably closer to the truth that my writing just isn't that appealing. Fair enough.
From here on out I'm going to have to return my focus to my professional life. I'm not looking forward to it, and it doesn't make me happy, but it has to be done.
I'm going to try to commission FigmentForms on Tumblr to do an illustration for The Modern History of Zelda as a memento of that one summer I spent playing around with a bunch of cool people on Tumblr while writing a novel. She's read the story, and she is a sweet person who has said nice things about it, but she's also a busy and successful artist, and it would probably be weird for her to accept money from me. Still... It doesn't hurt to dream, right? At least I can be a star in my own delusional mind.
