I am having a horrible day. It ought to be a great day, but it's not.
I have some random person I've never met jumping down my throat about my being rude to my fans. I don't know why he seems to think he (or she) is such a great fan since I can't recall him (or her) ever even commenting on my stuff. (And I may have been rude, but it's my frigging livejournal, for heaven's sake, if I can't say what I want to on livejournal, where the hell can I? And what I actually said was a lot politer than my first draft, lemme tell you.)
I wanted to go out to dinner but my husband has a new game and he doesn't want to go, so we ended up just staying in and having leftovers. I am so sick of lasagne right now. Bleah.
And then there's the plush auction. *sigh* I am NEVER, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever doing anything like that again. Because after weeks of work, and weeks more of promotion and publicity and effort, after posting it every single place on the internet I could find to post it, even including here, after far, far, far more effort than I normally put into this kind of thing and after having everybody and their frigging DOG tell me it was going to make me a bundle, it sold for *exactly* what I charge for that sort of plush normally.
So not worth it.
And of course my venting my frustration about that is what got the drama dumped on my head. :P I guess I should know better than to express feelings in public. I probably shouldn't post this here either. I may regret it and delete it later.
So yeah. Not having a great day. The only good thing that happened was getting my first ever check for my writing from an e-book publisher that picked up a few of my stories, but the only reason that wasn't a huge let-down is that I was actually expecting to make about $0 from that, since they were a startup, and startups don't usually do spectacularly. But anyhow, that was a whopping twenty bucks, so it wasn't much of a high point.
I have some random person I've never met jumping down my throat about my being rude to my fans. I don't know why he seems to think he (or she) is such a great fan since I can't recall him (or her) ever even commenting on my stuff. (And I may have been rude, but it's my frigging livejournal, for heaven's sake, if I can't say what I want to on livejournal, where the hell can I? And what I actually said was a lot politer than my first draft, lemme tell you.)
I wanted to go out to dinner but my husband has a new game and he doesn't want to go, so we ended up just staying in and having leftovers. I am so sick of lasagne right now. Bleah.
And then there's the plush auction. *sigh* I am NEVER, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever doing anything like that again. Because after weeks of work, and weeks more of promotion and publicity and effort, after posting it every single place on the internet I could find to post it, even including here, after far, far, far more effort than I normally put into this kind of thing and after having everybody and their frigging DOG tell me it was going to make me a bundle, it sold for *exactly* what I charge for that sort of plush normally.
So not worth it.
And of course my venting my frustration about that is what got the drama dumped on my head. :P I guess I should know better than to express feelings in public. I probably shouldn't post this here either. I may regret it and delete it later.
So yeah. Not having a great day. The only good thing that happened was getting my first ever check for my writing from an e-book publisher that picked up a few of my stories, but the only reason that wasn't a huge let-down is that I was actually expecting to make about $0 from that, since they were a startup, and startups don't usually do spectacularly. But anyhow, that was a whopping twenty bucks, so it wasn't much of a high point.
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