ebay ponderings
Apr. 5th, 2006 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperLooked to see what people had bid when I got home from work. New bid on one, whereupon I checked their rating, as is normal to make sure they've got a decent record.
...What I don't get is why I have this need to see what they've been buying in the past. It does not avail me to know that they've recently bought baby clothes. Or Tonka toys. Or in one case, a very large beer mug engraved with Mickey Mouse.
Going to poke the Harkness fic. Gah. Have terrible feeling that the stuff I wrote last night just won't fit when subjected to the light of day, or another reader.
Does anyone else get that, the perplexed feeling of 'er, I presume I'm a half decent writer, or that this is a half-decent fic, considering the feedback, I just don't get it myself.' Mind you, I've been like that with most stuff I create, aside from clothing, which can only be worn when it's good and the details are all fabulous. I can tell when my art/writing is a steaming pile of horseshit, and conversely I know when I feel satisfied, I just can't exactly see what it is in the piece that appeals to other people. And yes, this is admittedly a little odd coming from someone who's primarily identified herself through what she draws/paints/writes for 99% of her life, but then it's not like I do it for a job.
...What I don't get is why I have this need to see what they've been buying in the past. It does not avail me to know that they've recently bought baby clothes. Or Tonka toys. Or in one case, a very large beer mug engraved with Mickey Mouse.
Going to poke the Harkness fic. Gah. Have terrible feeling that the stuff I wrote last night just won't fit when subjected to the light of day, or another reader.
Does anyone else get that, the perplexed feeling of 'er, I presume I'm a half decent writer, or that this is a half-decent fic, considering the feedback, I just don't get it myself.' Mind you, I've been like that with most stuff I create, aside from clothing, which can only be worn when it's good and the details are all fabulous. I can tell when my art/writing is a steaming pile of horseshit, and conversely I know when I feel satisfied, I just can't exactly see what it is in the piece that appeals to other people. And yes, this is admittedly a little odd coming from someone who's primarily identified herself through what she draws/paints/writes for 99% of her life, but then it's not like I do it for a job.
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Date: 2006-04-05 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-05 08:30 pm (UTC)I think what happens to me is that when I've been writing something, it gets to the point where I've been looking at it so long, it ceases to make sense. You lose any sense of objectivity. Maybe it's something like that?
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