I had a bad day. I dropped (or flipped) a plateful of chicken because a broom fell in my kitchen. I was apparently so startled by the broom falling down, I wasted several ounces of hot chicken meat that I spent thirty minutes trying to debone. This has been my greatest shame since jumping in front of my friend because a little zergling showed up in StarCraft. With a start like this, my day could only get worse.
Things didn't take a complete nosedive, but the day went by with several inconveniences. For one, during my usual Tuesday walk, my legs cramped like crazy. I was feeling like Lebron in the NBA finals. This hasn't happened before and I wondered if it was related to my increased workout load from yesterday? I was much forced to walk the entire way when I usually intersperse some light jogs in there.
On the way home, I was walking on the sidewalk when this car pulled up beside me and the girl in the passenger side joked out loud, saying, "Get in!" like it was funny. That wouldn't even make a five-year old laugh. Then, after drinking some protein, I tried to pour some water through the cap but instead whiffed and got my shorts wet. When it rains, it pours.
Much of my day was devoted to updating a story on an alt account, and like I expected, absolutely zero response. I'll give it a day before declaring it a total flop, but producing 15k words without so much as a peep confirms that I'm certifiably insane or committed to getting some sort of reaction from a community that wouldn't know quality if it slapped them in the face.
It's very humbling, I admit. I fully understand why newcomers would throw their hands up and give up entirely on the idea. The community is not kind to those without the skills and ideas. Conventional business wisdom states that you never blame the customer for not buying your product. Since I'm not selling anything, I guess what makes me most disappointed is that nobody shares my vision of a good story. I try to offer something different from rehashed romance and adventure plots and receive nothing in return.
My story's probably just garbage. The simplest explanation is often the best one. It's probably because I'm writing a story that nobody wants to read. More accurately, I'm writing a story that nobody knows they want to read until they read it. Yeah, that sounds about right. I have no choice but to finish what I started. I always clean up my plate. I'm just that kind of guy.
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