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.
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.
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Date: 2006-04-25 02:57 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2006-04-25 03:00 pm (UTC)