i’m soooo tired of feeling like I can’t update my fics fast enough i literally do nothing else but write in 75% of my spare time and it’s still not fast enough
Tag: tbd
So, I’m curious, to improve things in the future if needed.
Did you read Chapter 7 of the Viking AU? It’s been a while since working on it so I’m wondering if having too many projects has affected the quality. It seems as though this chapter was significantly less well-received then all the other that came before, so I’d love to know what you thought could have been better? Was something off? My anon is on, but please don’t be mean.
I’ve been feeling really sad lately about how so many of the people in Kylux I used to talk to / hear from seem to be gone now. Even folks that used to feel like they were in it for the long haul are off to other fandoms, or never post. I need some love from the folks that aren’t leaving me, since I’m stuck here. Send me a note or a like or … I dunno. Buy a t-shirt that says Kylux 4-ever and take a pic of yourself in it?
Had my cat for 3 days and he’s in the pet hospital for unknown illness. Very sick. Vet bill already $1800 and getting higher. I think the universe doesn’t want me to be stress free. I need my cat to be okay and I need to not be broke.
HELP
Y’all tell me not to start this other story that won’t leave me alone, since I’m slow AF at updating my other five fics. 😭😣🙃
Hey Anon!
YOU. You know who you are. I’m keeping this message in my inbox, so I can snuggle with it on dark and cold nights. But I got it, and I love you, and you made my day. 🙂
I have so much anxiety over the ultimate fate of Kylo Ren. Why am I like this? Someone comfort me. Just tell me he’s going to be okay in the end. ☹
About Me
So …
… I have been doing way better, personally. My mood stabilizer that I was given has been absolutely amazing, and it’s helped with everything from depression to anxiety. Since I’ve felt better, I’ve been able to start dealing with a lot of the real life stuff that I fell behind on. I’m managing to catch up at work, and even to get ahead a little bit, which is a great feeling.
One thing that has kind of fallen “behind” is my updating schedule for my fics – since September I have updated every two weeks at least, at least one of my fics. I have a lot of worries like, folks will think I’ve quit, or they’ll get bored with / forget about my fics, but I hope not. I have a track record of finishing everything I start thus far and I’m proud of that, and if you’re hanging around for my WIPs, I promise I’ll finish them.
I’m looking forward to this coming weekend, when I get to hang out with @gefionne and @omega-hux at my house! I am so excited for these lovelies to be here. It’s a good reason not to update my fics hehe.
Anyway, thank you to everyone that is always here for me, to everyone that ever says hello, those that have been kind and supportive while I have struggled. I love you guys. I hope you are well.
it kind of sucks when you work on a story that is hard to write because there is angst, and you’re trying to tell a good narrative, and folks tell you “i’m not reading this until it’s done” and then, you lose half your commenters. I get that angst is stressful, but … it’s like taking the wind out of someone’s sails. It feels like rejection. it makes me, at least, feel like I shouldn’t be telling this story because it’s not wanted. I’m sad. maybe this is not my bag.
A few people have asked me how the latest chapter is going. Here’s a thing. (it’s happening guys!)
Hux’s eyes take on a brief, round shape, then he looks down again, an abashed flush spreading over his nose. “Okay,” he mutters. “I’m sorry.” Hux reaches out then, curls his hand around Ben’s ankle before peering up at him cautiously. “Do you mean that? The … rest of your life thing?” His voice wavers through the words, betraying anxiety.
Irritation thrums in Ben’s chest. “How can you even ask me that?” He darts a hand out, tucks two fingers beneath the silver chain just visible above Hux’s collar, and yanks the dogtags out from beneath Hux’s sweater, flicking them away to clatter against Hux’s chest. Hux flinches, jerking his hand up to close over them, protectively.
“Do you think this was just some casual gesture?” Ben asks, the frustration and hurt of the last few months seeping into his tone. “That was my life. Everything I had planned for myself. How I thought I would die. It’s still my identity, why I am the person I am, who I’ll always be. And I gave it to you.”
-The Roof of the Night , Ch 8