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NoTalentHack

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I was feeling a little unhappy earlier because of feedback I'd gotten on a story I released yesterday. Most of the response has been positive, and it's hanging (painfully) close to 4.6 in LW, but there was a single comment, a very long one, that kind of took it apart.

It wasn't unfair; well, part of it was, but that wasn't the bit that bugged me, because the unfair part required an intentional misreading of a character beat, so whatever. Essentially, it was a "you're better than this" type of comment, the kind that says that I'm slipping/pandering/whatever. I'd already decided to disregard it, because I'd wanted to write kind of an overly complex, slightly bombastic LW story, but choosing to do something and not letting it get into your head are two different things, you know?

Then I saw this quote from an award-winning author, Tamsyn Muir, on what she liked most about the book she'd written:

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And in that moment, I decided, "Fuck it. I wrote my Double Down, and I'm happy with it." And other people like it, too! The fuck was I even worrying about?

Write your Double Downs and enjoy them, folks. Life's too short.
 
Hmm... What if a woman's clitoris reached all the way to her throat and - wait for it - cum was an aphrodisiac?

Oh, wait. That's half the stories on Lit. Half the ones I've read, anyway.
 
Hmm, I watched the Amanda Seyfried film, never the thing itself.

ETA: I seem to have developed a hmm.
 
Essentially, it was a "you're better than this" type of comment, the kind that says that I'm slipping/pandering/whatever.
I get a lot those, "Not to your usual standard." "What made you write such crap?" "Did you get brain dead all of a sudden?" type comments and PM's. They hurt when you put yourself out there, spend time developing a story and then re-writing and editing. Every story is not going to be unique in every regard. But some of the readers have never tried and cannot seem to fathom that.
I will admit I did not read that story in full. But simply because I was too busy and if I remember correctly was 29k words. I will get to it. I did read the first and last page before I passed it up.
 
I get a lot those, "Not to your usual standard." "What made you write such crap?" "Did you get brain dead all of a sudden?" type comments and PM's. They hurt when you put yourself out there, spend time developing a story and then re-writing and editing. Every story is not going to be unique in every regard. But some of the readers have never tried and cannot seem to fathom that.
I will admit I did not read that story in full. But simply because I was too busy and if I remember correctly was 29k words. I will get to it. I did read the first and last page before I passed it up.
Hey, I appreciate it. This (mostly) wasn’t about me bitching, though, more about something that made me happy because fuck ‘em. :D
 
KFC sucks. Double downs suck. They're really salty and the chicken is "meh" at best.

Long live Popeyes.

Anyways, fuck the critics. Write for your pleasure, and your pleasure alone. But seriously, you got a 4.6. Be happy with that. Also, this dude has been reading your shit enough to have a standard of excellence for you. This is a backhanded insult, because it means he thinks you're really good.
 
I'm a vegetarian so the double down doubly doesn't do it for me.

Clearly, however, I need to get myself some Tamsyn Muir. Thanks for the tip.
 
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I feel you.

Last month, I spent a couple of days worrying whether, in a story about a shy girl trying go out and have uncomplicted sex, whether it would be appropriate to introduce drugs into the story.

Then I decided, fuck it, embraced the exploitation aspects of it and decided to market it as Cocaine Librarian.

It's my highest scoring story this year because of course it is.
 
Not a fan of KFC - I'm a Londoner, I have a dozen closer and better chicken shops, including the chicken off-licence (alcohol shop) 100 yards from my house. Which also sells ice cream and is open until at least 2am every night.

A while back I was writing ten women and naked bisexual lube wrestling, and thin.king it didn't have much plot and what should I call it? Then I decided to take the Snakes on a Plane approach.

It's Naked Bisexual Lube Wrestling. With lesbians. Who needs more plot than that?
 
Not a fan of KFC - I'm a Londoner, I have a dozen closer and better chicken shops, including the chicken off-licence (alcohol shop) 100 yards from my house. Which also sells ice cream and is open until at least 2am every night.

A while back I was writing ten women and naked bisexual lube wrestling, and thin.king it didn't have much plot and what should I call it? Then I decided to take the Snakes on a Plane approach.

It's Naked Bisexual Lube Wrestling. With lesbians. Who needs more plot than that?
Is the sequel going to be titled "Bare Naked Bisexual Ladies"?

asking for a friend
 
I get like this sometimes, partly because I get perfectionist about the stories I put the most effort into meaning I never upload the damned things because I’m not sure they’re ready; all I’m left with is a bunch of short and relatively plotless things uploaded and a set of works in progress. But hey, whatever. Nothing wrong with mindless sex.

As for Tamsyn Muir, she’s full of wisdom (spoilers):

they were aggro that a nuke might go off and kill a couple million people. I was like, Guys, it’s fine, they’re Australian.

We knew it was going to be a big problem. You’ve got this guy with an army of upward of forty walking corpses that he acquired legally but was meant to bury a while back, it’s time for some hard conversations. He’s curing cancer, that’s great, but he’s bookended by two zombies that they’ve dressed in outfits, that’s bad. You’ve got a wizard out in the wop-wops who’s now got blanket bans from nearly every video upload site and a whole bunch of people have entered the country because of his YouTube channel, the government isn’t all, Love that small-business entrepreneur spirit. The government says, This is a cult.
 
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It's Naked Bisexual Lube Wrestling. With lesbians. Who needs more plot than that?
No one. No one needs more plot than that.
Also Naked Bisexual Lube Wrestling is a great saving on tags.

they were aggro that a nuke might go off and kill a couple million people. I was like, Guys, it’s fine, they’re Australian.
I was eating stew when I read that line. That was a mistake.

Not a fan of KFC - I'm a Londoner, I have a dozen closer and better chicken shops, including the chicken off-licence (alcohol shop) 100 yards from my house. Which also sells ice cream and is open until at least 2am every night.
Greatest city in the world for filling up with filthy take-aways on the way home from a big night out. Use drunk senses to pick any direction at random and within ten minutes you'll have a fistful of fried chicken and have rolled into a tube station.
 
Whenever there’s talk about verb tenses, I think of Harrowhawk the Ninth and go oo boy.
 
We knew it was going to be a big problem. You’ve got this guy with an army of upward of forty walking corpses that he acquired legally but was meant to bury a while back, it’s time for some hard conversations. He’s curing cancer, that’s great, but he’s bookended by two zombies that they’ve dressed in outfits, that’s bad. You’ve got a wizard out in the wop-wops who’s now got blanket bans from nearly every video upload site and a whole bunch of people have entered the country because of his YouTube channel, the government isn’t all, Love that small-business entrepreneur spirit. The government says, This is a cult.
oh my god this is glorious
 
Greatest city in the world for filling up with filthy take-aways on the way home from a big night out. Use drunk senses to pick any direction at random and within ten minutes you'll have a fistful of fried chicken and have rolled into a tube station.
The best parts of London are away from the tube network. Which mostly doesn't run at night anyway. Eating a dirty doner or bossman's chicken on a Night Bus is the quintessential London experience.

(Eating dirty Donna on the top deck is optional, but no-one would care if you did. Might even offer you a spliff, after)
 
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