Today started with me hearing about what happened in Oslo and desperately trying to get in touch with my friends who had not checked in as safe.
I could have done without a really harsh comment on one of my chapters, and it was stupid of me to read the notification, but I could have done with something positive and I thought it might be something nice.
It hurt. A lot.
Comments like that always do, particularly when they hit a raw nerve. So I sat there for a while re-reading it, and obsessing over how awful I am and how I will never have many followers and that my work will never be good enough... and this thing was full of frustration, and anger, and disappointment. They poured everything they were feeling into those words, and I just couldn't move past it. It sucks to know that someone read more than 300 chapters of my work and, ultimately, couldn't stand it.
I let them down, and their feelings are absolutely valid - but so are mine.
I had a bad day. I made some trashy art.
Enjoy An Ode to Mediocrity
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