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Today was a lovely day. I bundled myself up and went out for pizza and to buy shampoo and Tums for my trip to St. Augustine. Then, when I got home, I found packages from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aculeatus and sabine791110. The latter arrived in an adorable snowman tin that I wanted to glomp. I have yet to try the cookies, but they look delicious. Thank you, sabine79110, though I am disappointed that the men of CSI and CSI: NY couldn't be coaxed into the stripogram. Might I suggest prudent application of the riding crop next time?
aculeatus, as usual, spoiled me. There was candy with which to rot my teeth, a card featuring Slytherin bribery, a tiny Veritaserum bottle, a package of Earl Grey, and English Breakfast Tea, which, unfortunately, opened in transit. ~Squee, glomp, purr~
I found your Christmas card today,aculeatus, though at this late date, it should be more aptly called the New Year's Sometime in Bloody January Card. Now I just need to figure the postage. I would hate to plow my way through the post office, grinding the elderly and small children beneath my bloodstained wheels and leaving bloody smears and the screams of orphaned children in my wake, only to have the card returned for insufficient postage.
I noticed yesterday that the fics of which I am most proud are also the ones that have received the fewest reviews. Have any of my fellow ficcers noticed this, and if so, how does it come to be? For instance, the fics that have given me the most pleasure to write were as follows:
The Private Garden of Neville Longbottom
Adeste Fidelis
Going Under
Winter's Debt
With the exception of "Winter's Debt", which recently received a request to be translated into Hungarian, and which has reams of feedback and recs to its credit, they have all attracted very little notice, and I find that odd. Writing them was euphoric, painless, and there were times that I would have sworn my fingers were moving of their own volition. Each of them was as close to a fully realized manifestation of my intentions as I could come, and as clear as a narrative voice could be. I remember finishing them and dancing the jive turkey of spastic joy because goddammit, them thar babies were pitch-perfect. Surely everyone would Get It. Hot diggity!
And then...squadoosh. My craptacular, long-abandoned Halloween fic, on the other hand, still gets requests for updates. Go figure.
The point of this piffling-besides a clandestine, ninja-stealth, subtle-as-a-sledgehammer pimp-is that I'm wondering if other ficcers have experienced this phenomenon. Have you ever turned in a piece, thought, Boy, oh, boy, I've hit a homerun with this story, and then been stunned by the resounding silence with which the fandom greets it? Conversely, have you ever just tossed a fic out there as a "what if" and been inundated with unexpected kudos? Have you ever wanted to stab LeatherPants!ChainSmoking!Draco in the head with a hot darning needle while masturbating to The Bangles and huffing whippets?
The questions, they burn.
aculeatus and sabine791110. The latter arrived in an adorable snowman tin that I wanted to glomp. I have yet to try the cookies, but they look delicious. Thank you, sabine79110, though I am disappointed that the men of CSI and CSI: NY couldn't be coaxed into the stripogram. Might I suggest prudent application of the riding crop next time? aculeatus, as usual, spoiled me. There was candy with which to rot my teeth, a card featuring Slytherin bribery, a tiny Veritaserum bottle, a package of Earl Grey, and English Breakfast Tea, which, unfortunately, opened in transit. ~Squee, glomp, purr~I found your Christmas card today,
aculeatus, though at this late date, it should be more aptly called the New Year's Sometime in Bloody January Card. Now I just need to figure the postage. I would hate to plow my way through the post office, grinding the elderly and small children beneath my bloodstained wheels and leaving bloody smears and the screams of orphaned children in my wake, only to have the card returned for insufficient postage.I noticed yesterday that the fics of which I am most proud are also the ones that have received the fewest reviews. Have any of my fellow ficcers noticed this, and if so, how does it come to be? For instance, the fics that have given me the most pleasure to write were as follows:
The Private Garden of Neville Longbottom
Adeste Fidelis
Going Under
Winter's Debt
With the exception of "Winter's Debt", which recently received a request to be translated into Hungarian, and which has reams of feedback and recs to its credit, they have all attracted very little notice, and I find that odd. Writing them was euphoric, painless, and there were times that I would have sworn my fingers were moving of their own volition. Each of them was as close to a fully realized manifestation of my intentions as I could come, and as clear as a narrative voice could be. I remember finishing them and dancing the jive turkey of spastic joy because goddammit, them thar babies were pitch-perfect. Surely everyone would Get It. Hot diggity!
And then...squadoosh. My craptacular, long-abandoned Halloween fic, on the other hand, still gets requests for updates. Go figure.
The point of this piffling-besides a clandestine, ninja-stealth, subtle-as-a-sledgehammer pimp-is that I'm wondering if other ficcers have experienced this phenomenon. Have you ever turned in a piece, thought, Boy, oh, boy, I've hit a homerun with this story, and then been stunned by the resounding silence with which the fandom greets it? Conversely, have you ever just tossed a fic out there as a "what if" and been inundated with unexpected kudos? Have you ever wanted to stab LeatherPants!ChainSmoking!Draco in the head with a hot darning needle while masturbating to The Bangles and huffing whippets?
The questions, they burn.
