Sigh...

[matril]

Just kind of feeling like a little person in a big, empty room, where my voice echoes forlornly off the walls. Gee, that was a tad melodramatic, eh? But I've posted a fan fic and a poem within the last week or so, and haven't had any response. Oh, I hate going around fishing for compliments and all...but on the other hand, if I didn't want attention, I wouldn't have started this journal, now would I? So I just keep shouting in the empty room. Blah. I really need to get out more. No, I mean literally. Too rainy today to go outside, and no car, as usual.

Oh, well, my husband's home now, so that makes everything sunnier. Enough self-pity. I'll come back when I have something worthwhile to say.

Comments

[sonetka.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sorry you're feeling bad - also sorry I didn't comment on your earlier works; the thing is, I'm feeling a bit played out right now creatively and wasn't sure it would be worthwhile to leave a comment saying just "Nice!" But I will leave it now: Very nice :).

It's odd which posts attract responses. I've written long, elaborate posts where I carefully explore two or three different themes as relating to a core subject and never gotten an answer, and I've written scattered, mindless posts where I basically rambled on about baking gingerbread and Daniel's eating habits and gotten nine or ten replies. I don't quite understand it myself. Maybe it's that the more elaborate posts seem complete in themselves, whereas a wandering or ragged post seems more like a springboard for conversation.

[matril.livejournal.com]

:blushes: I send out a pathetic message for someone to reply, and then when someone does I just feel embarrassed for being so desperate. Heh. You're right, you never know which post will get responses. And now I'm feeling a bit hypocritical, because I've often read posts, considered replying and then thought, "Nah, I have nothing important to say." ;)