*Announcement*
Hey gang!
I hope everyone is having a fantastic holiday season and that your lives are filed with joy~. I want to thank from the bottom of my heart the people who have built up and made me feel confident in this story. Kepler, Zanquer, Abby, and the assorted collection of tftc posters that are Bigwagon and Blake.
I have learned a great deal from this experience, about myself as an author and content creator. I realize it is hard to divorce myself from the work, and that I can be combative in its defense when I should have let the work stand on its own.
All this to say, those comments of critique, along with the burn out that I failed to notice before taking a break in the first place, have revealed to me that I need to take a step back and really reintigrate with the story.
It seems that interest is waning, which is regrettable. That the tides that washed us in to such a spotlight have now gone limp and dark. Its hard, as an author and someone who is just a rando schmuck writing on their off time to come to grips with the whims of the algorithm. To realize their work is not as beloved as they thought and then had to pivot to try and keep momentum. Driving away further from the story the whole while.
But, again, I don't want that. I have a plan for these characters who I love dearly and see much of myself in, and I will see it to the next shore. If I return to those beaches again is a matter of chance and circumstance.
I will admit, when posting a story that gets maybe 8 favorites when I have 500 or more readers is a thing, it is discouraging. When the comments are few, and the criticisms baked between the usual affair, a hard thing to miss. I have lost a lot of energy for this project for about a month now, and I will squarely say that the comments which were deleted are a reason for it. Again, something I need to work on as an author, to divorce myself from my work.
But I can't do that with this one. These characters and connections, this world and lore. I have so much more to give, but every time I sit at the key it seems like torture right now. Ah, fuck it, I'll drag this corpse to the finish line and then scream into the void later.
Love,
PMills0109