As an author, I take great pride in my work. Why wouldn’t I?
I spend countless hours thinking about my story, then many more writing it, and even more after that polishing it until it’s the very best I can offer.
Is her hair the color I want, or how about what she’s wearing in a particular scene? What sensual naughtiness do I fancy the characters doing as they excite, frustrate, seduce, and otherwise titillate the reader? Have I described the leather belt in her hand in such detail that the reader can intimately feel it’s unforgiving touch in their mind’s eye? Can they feel the panic as he does when she closes the lock on the shiny new cage she purchased just for him? Have I made their gut clench when she sleeps with the other man?
There are so many thoughts that go into a story I can’t begin to describe them, but if you’re an author, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
My point is, that most writers work hard to produce the best material they can because it’s a passion, and for the fortunate few, a full-time job.
After all we give of ourselves to create something, is it worth it? Only the reader can decide.
If we are lucky, we develop a fan base. If we are unlucky, we get the ‘superfan’.
They will at first compliment your work to lower your guard, then proceed to tell you how they would have written this scene or that one, or what the characters should have been wearing, or looked like, or done. They may tell you how you should write the sequel, because of course after all that feedback, you’re gonna want to do another, right?
Then, once you block them, they spew vile trash in a book review and drag your rating down.
If there is a bright side, at least in doing so they reveal to the world just how much of a nutter they are.
I work hard for a living. I have a family to care for, and a life to live. Somewhere in there, I find time to create something and then dare to share it.
What have you created and offered to the world dear superfan? May we see your work? May we comment on it as you have felt so entitled to do so with others?
Just kidding, I don’t care.
I don’t care what you have done with your life, I don’t care what you think about my work, and I certainly don’t care about you.
I’ll continue to write, to create, and in doing so I’ll contribute to the world around me because that’s who I am. I’m a writer.
What are you?
I write about fetishes. There I said it. Hold on though, that shouldn’t be a surprise to you as a reader. After all don’t we know what we are choosing to read?
I know mine doesn’t align with everyone’s and I get that. I guess I assume when someone reads my work that they have a predilection for the topic about which I’m passionate enough to not only write about, but to publish as well.
Today I found a review that attacked me as a person because of emotions my story The Landlady evoked in them.
If someone feels powerfully about a story I write, please feel free to praise or decimate it as you see fit. I have broad shoulders.
Is it too much to ask that me and my life as a regular guy with a job, a wife, kids, bills, and oh my God yes , a mind that has fantasies, be accorded some modicum of respect?
Or should I ask after you eviscerate me as a person for daring to share my story, “What have you published?”
It seems to me that since I’m faced with some time off at home and f-all going on in the world around me, I may as well enjoy it as best I can. No feeling like I have to do anything in particular really, after all this is unplanned. Nope, I can enjoy it. Take a few hours here, some there and enjoy probably one of the quietest periods of my life doing some writing. Maybe get into something new or at least get some ideas down. I think many writers out there are thinking something similar and hopefully lots of stories come of it.
Hopefully everyone close to me and those close to you, are OK.
I think we all do.
We all have an image in our head of the perfect story told the way we always wanted to read it, regardless of genre.
Concepts, feelings and emotions, depth and detail, and whatever else not explored to our satisfaction as a reader in the genre we are passionate about.
For myself, I had to write The Good Wife, and even then I still didn’t capture everything the way I wanted.
That said, I am glad I did it because I found that getting it out of me and onto paper to be very “something”.
What is the word to describe how writing that story made me feel? Liberated, purged, relieved, satisfied, complete? I’m not sure there is just one word.
What I do know for sure is if you have an untold story in you, then I highly recommend getting it out and onto paper.
Even if you never publish, you will have done it!
Us readers hope you do publish though because you as a writer never know who your story may resonate with.