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2004-10-31 - 10:55 a.m.
Also Not That It Matters 10-31-04 @ 10:55 am EST Seeing as I've lost two of its three readers, I decided to post the remaining nine completed chapters of RTMI at once. I had originally been saving them to dole them out one at a time, so I could get the reviews over a period of time and not have to go for a long period without any comments...but that doesn't seem to hold anymore. So there is everything I've written, and who knows or cares when the next part will come out. This just feels like a remarkable waste of time and space. Why pay for this, and put it all here, if nobody will ever be interested? I could just as easily e-mail it to the one reader and say screw everybody else, because people would rather read short stories (by other writers) than longer junk like this. I'm sorry to sound so ungrateful. But when you put as much time and effort and care into writing something like this, and nobody wants to read it, yes, it tends to piss one off. And I don't want sympathy readers. I want people who clicked on it out of pure curiosity, saw it, liked it, and decide to COME BACK AND READ IT TO THE END. Such people don't seem to exist anymore. And that's what's making me question even leaving it up on the site or any site at all. Who knows, maybe someday I will just take it all down. I doubt it or MI would exactly be missed. My day in the spotlight was bound to end sometime. I am yesterday; I know tomorrow. <- Not That It Matters Any - Little Yee! -> |