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I feel like these "artists" don't even read what they're commenting. For one, it was in chapter 1 of 27, and for two, the same text was pasted on another one of my fics not 5 mins later...
also, i've never interacted with an artist who tried to sell this way?
and if these are bots i'm sad that it appears like only bots read my latest fic TmT I love that one
I need to hear this right now so maybe other people could do with it too:
So, artists (of any form) repeat after me:
Not every piece of work I create has to be a masterpiece. I created something that didn’t exist before, I took the time, I did the thing, I’m learning, and that’s enough.
Writers, also, repeat after me:
Not every piece of work I create has to be a masterpiece. I created something that didn’t exist before, I took the time, I did the thing, I’m learning, and that’s enough.
Me: "Phew! After a fortnight of MiniMe's surgery, follow-up appointments, half term and all the rest, I can finally have a day to chill, maybe get some writing done..."
MiniMe: Mummy, my cast just fell off!
Me: ... ::blink::... 😱😱😱😱😱
Back to the hospital we go, I guess. 😅
Hi guys
I’ve been insanely busy lately! >.< I promise I’ll get around to responding to asks and messages soon. Thank you for your patience and kindness. 🤍
Guest commenting on my fic: oh the concept is interesting but it's ooc and you need a beta for your bad grammar.
THEN WHY THE FUCK YOU READ ALL 8 CHAPTERS? WHY DIDNT YPU LEAVE WHEN YOU SEE BAD GRAMMAR AND OOC? WHICH IS A TEXTING FIC AND BAD GRAMMAR IS LITERALLY ME WRITING STEVE THAT WAY BECAUSE HE HAS DSYLEXIA.
The only thing stopping me from making a Victorian lobster dress is the fact that I can’t find a suitable fabric with a shrimp pattern, and that’s only because I haven’t done an extensive search yet.
This morning I got a really exciting job offer to lead a project at one of my favourite sites.
Now I get to spend a glorious week letting the email languish in my inbox, unresponded-to, while I fantasise about a world in which my incompetent meat vessel would allow me to say yes to such things.
