EmilyMiller
Good men did nothing
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Poor me, poor me
Poor little sad little down little me
I’m a small Emily and I’m feeling very blue
No one reads my stories and there’s nothing I can do
- With apologies to Cressida Cowell (my niece-to-be likes this book)
I woke up early as this was on my mind, how sad am I, right? Writing in bed and I really don’t feel like getting up for work.
So, I realize writing is a crappy deal. The amount you get back from others is never going to exceed the effort you put in. Which is why you write for yourself.
Well yes, to an extent. But if it was really just for myself, then why publish? Publishing suggests you want to share your ideas with others.
So, I wrote Coleoidphilia essentially as an AH dare. I think it’s my best work and quite a few others seemed to agree. At least a few people read it and several said nice things about it.
I’m trying to broaden my wings a bit here. I have a story ready for the On The Job event, for example. Then I thought about Geek Pride. I’d just had a modest success (in my rather narrow world) with Coleoidphilia. I’d introduced a lot of ideas I could build on. So I signed up for a Geek Pride sequel.
Then, as happens when you have obsessive tendencies like me, I ended up putting aside all my other stories and pouring myself into this new work. I got a bit carried away with world building and internal consistency, but remembered I was writing porn, so of course it has sex scenes (5 from memory).
It also has a proper story, not Heart of Darkness, but a story. It has more of an emotional side than much of my work (with some exceptions). Maybe it’s not quite as good as Coleoidphilia, but it’s OK at least. I like it. It’s also nearly three times as long as the earlier work, though much shorter than many stories here. I never know if length is a plus or a minus [insert innuendo here].
So I finished it a month early and there is no way I can sit on a work for that long. Plus, with this and the On The Job story, I hadn’t published anything in ages (for me at least). So I apologized to the lovely @ChloeTzang and decided to publish now.
The result is: Determination.
I didn’t really flag it as a sequel because of spoilers. So maybe I made a rod for my own back.
It’s not been going well. Coleoidphilia didn’t have a massive audience (just under 6k views at the time of writing), but a day into it’s life, Determination hasn’t yet cracked 1,000. We all know a lot of views happen when you are on the front page of the category and it no longer is. Day one was a total flop.
So I guess 1,000 is a lot of people. And, of those who read it six seemed to like it. But comments and favorites are pretty much from friends and acquaintances. The ratings probably are as well. I seem to have done nothing to widen my base.
I really should grow a pair (I wrote a story about that once) I know. But I’m really, really down about this. I guess I naively built my hopes up.
So, worse things happen at sea (and in space). I’m not after sympathy, I have a boyfriend for hugs. But my question is this:
How do you pick yourself up after a massive writing disappointment? The idea of writing, writing anything is anathema right now. Why put myself though this? It can’t be worth it.
Any wise words would be welcome.
Em
Poor little sad little down little me
I’m a small Emily and I’m feeling very blue
No one reads my stories and there’s nothing I can do
- With apologies to Cressida Cowell (my niece-to-be likes this book)
I woke up early as this was on my mind, how sad am I, right? Writing in bed and I really don’t feel like getting up for work.
So, I realize writing is a crappy deal. The amount you get back from others is never going to exceed the effort you put in. Which is why you write for yourself.
Well yes, to an extent. But if it was really just for myself, then why publish? Publishing suggests you want to share your ideas with others.
So, I wrote Coleoidphilia essentially as an AH dare. I think it’s my best work and quite a few others seemed to agree. At least a few people read it and several said nice things about it.
I’m trying to broaden my wings a bit here. I have a story ready for the On The Job event, for example. Then I thought about Geek Pride. I’d just had a modest success (in my rather narrow world) with Coleoidphilia. I’d introduced a lot of ideas I could build on. So I signed up for a Geek Pride sequel.
Then, as happens when you have obsessive tendencies like me, I ended up putting aside all my other stories and pouring myself into this new work. I got a bit carried away with world building and internal consistency, but remembered I was writing porn, so of course it has sex scenes (5 from memory).
It also has a proper story, not Heart of Darkness, but a story. It has more of an emotional side than much of my work (with some exceptions). Maybe it’s not quite as good as Coleoidphilia, but it’s OK at least. I like it. It’s also nearly three times as long as the earlier work, though much shorter than many stories here. I never know if length is a plus or a minus [insert innuendo here].
So I finished it a month early and there is no way I can sit on a work for that long. Plus, with this and the On The Job story, I hadn’t published anything in ages (for me at least). So I apologized to the lovely @ChloeTzang and decided to publish now.
The result is: Determination.
I didn’t really flag it as a sequel because of spoilers. So maybe I made a rod for my own back.
It’s not been going well. Coleoidphilia didn’t have a massive audience (just under 6k views at the time of writing), but a day into it’s life, Determination hasn’t yet cracked 1,000. We all know a lot of views happen when you are on the front page of the category and it no longer is. Day one was a total flop.
So I guess 1,000 is a lot of people. And, of those who read it six seemed to like it. But comments and favorites are pretty much from friends and acquaintances. The ratings probably are as well. I seem to have done nothing to widen my base.
I really should grow a pair (I wrote a story about that once) I know. But I’m really, really down about this. I guess I naively built my hopes up.
So, worse things happen at sea (and in space). I’m not after sympathy, I have a boyfriend for hugs. But my question is this:
How do you pick yourself up after a massive writing disappointment? The idea of writing, writing anything is anathema right now. Why put myself though this? It can’t be worth it.
Any wise words would be welcome.
Em