Otus de la Nuit
Experienced
- Joined
- Mar 12, 2003
- Posts
- 43
Gentle Reader,
I would like to start off by informing you all that I can be a bit moody. It comes on suddenly, as, you may correctly be screaming at your monitor, moodiness tends to do. The smallest of things will touch me, cheer me, and infuriate me. But enough about me, let's talk about me.
As an innocent child from the Land Of Newbies, I would like to welcome me to the Literotica Forums. I am here to misunderstand the most obvious of posts, and write shockingly bad replies. I am here to ask the stupid questions. I am here to completely MISS all the unwritten rules.
How did you ever live without me?
I shall attempt to tone down my pompous attitude, but you all know I'm lying. In fact, I have a confession. Forgive me Litters (hmm, that doesn't have the ring I had hoped for), for I have sinned.
As one new to writing for anything other than school credit or to appease Auntie Inga, the discovery of feedback has me giddy. I check my email 17-23 times per hour. I've learned that pressing F5 will refresh the submissions page (WITHOUT a mouse!), and I can see how many people have read my stories.
<<<Okay, here I must stop. Now I have done my homework, and supposedly every one or two hundred reads you should have a vote cast, one way or the other. According to my calculations, I have only gotten one vote every (brace yourself) five hundred eleven AND a half votes. OUTRAGE, no? Mm, well back to my confession.>>>
I EVEN, dare I tell you, care.... about the ratings of my stories. *sniff* I know. It's horrible. I just can't shake it, though. I have yet to receive any really nasty feedback, but I know that when the inevitable strikes, I will be shattered. I will cower at home, vow to give up writing forever, and eat a lot of kippered fish for a good while.
Alas, you will not be so fortunate. Eventually, I will wade through the sea of empty cans, open my word processor and *dreamy sigh* I will once again be the newbiest, cares-about-her-ratingsest, can't-live-without-feedbackest Lit author *pauses for dramatic effect" OF all time.
Friends, Romans, all you hillbillies too... Listen up, hear?
I can't even put a nice little picture up yet, and I'm already hooked on the forums. This will go on until the day that it stops. Then I will neglect this place for several months until the email piles up and they close all 12 of my accounts.
Then I will become angry, and return, and maybe get a picture.

I would like to start off by informing you all that I can be a bit moody. It comes on suddenly, as, you may correctly be screaming at your monitor, moodiness tends to do. The smallest of things will touch me, cheer me, and infuriate me. But enough about me, let's talk about me.
As an innocent child from the Land Of Newbies, I would like to welcome me to the Literotica Forums. I am here to misunderstand the most obvious of posts, and write shockingly bad replies. I am here to ask the stupid questions. I am here to completely MISS all the unwritten rules.
How did you ever live without me?
I shall attempt to tone down my pompous attitude, but you all know I'm lying. In fact, I have a confession. Forgive me Litters (hmm, that doesn't have the ring I had hoped for), for I have sinned.
As one new to writing for anything other than school credit or to appease Auntie Inga, the discovery of feedback has me giddy. I check my email 17-23 times per hour. I've learned that pressing F5 will refresh the submissions page (WITHOUT a mouse!), and I can see how many people have read my stories.
<<<Okay, here I must stop. Now I have done my homework, and supposedly every one or two hundred reads you should have a vote cast, one way or the other. According to my calculations, I have only gotten one vote every (brace yourself) five hundred eleven AND a half votes. OUTRAGE, no? Mm, well back to my confession.>>>
I EVEN, dare I tell you, care.... about the ratings of my stories. *sniff* I know. It's horrible. I just can't shake it, though. I have yet to receive any really nasty feedback, but I know that when the inevitable strikes, I will be shattered. I will cower at home, vow to give up writing forever, and eat a lot of kippered fish for a good while.
Alas, you will not be so fortunate. Eventually, I will wade through the sea of empty cans, open my word processor and *dreamy sigh* I will once again be the newbiest, cares-about-her-ratingsest, can't-live-without-feedbackest Lit author *pauses for dramatic effect" OF all time.
Friends, Romans, all you hillbillies too... Listen up, hear?
I can't even put a nice little picture up yet, and I'm already hooked on the forums. This will go on until the day that it stops. Then I will neglect this place for several months until the email piles up and they close all 12 of my accounts.
Then I will become angry, and return, and maybe get a picture.
