I’ve decided that I’m too old for ff.net and that’s why nobody’s reading my stories. I’m not fourteen anymore and I can’t write non-description little fluffy stories than are only 500 words long.

Sheesh. They can read Harry Potter with its 800+ pages, but my story gets passed over for being too long. Not that I really blame them for Harry. I’v been completely absorbed in that world again…

Is it really a comfort to know that I’m getting older and can’t even pretend to be in a teenager mindset anymore? I don’t know. All I know is that getting only 4 reviews for my last chapter sucked. Even some of my Old Faithful reviewers didn’t live up to their nickname. I know my story’s different–heck that’s why I wrote it! But surely people are getting tired of reading about how Tristan comes back from military school all changed or how Rory becomes a bad girl or how Jess leaves Rory pregnant! Surely? Right?

It makes continuing more difficult. I told myself that I wasn’t writing for praise–well, I guess I’d better prove that now.