kaydeefalls | fic griping

There's nothing quite so disheartening, for me, than working on a really bloody long fic. (Long for me, anyway - I know some of you can churn out 80-page epics over breakfast, and I envy you like mad.) But seriously. Because you open up the doc, and see that you've written 22 pages, and feel all pleased and productive for a bit, and then realize, fuck, I'm only about halfway through. And I've been working on it for 7+ months now. And I really should get it done this summer, because I know I won't really be much interested in working on it in Dublin. And sometimes, I read over sections of it and think it's brilliant, but sometimes I think it's all crap.

And if it's ever done, and beta-ed, and posted -- well, who's going to be interested in reading a 40ish page epic about Peter Pettigrew, for fuck's sake? He stirs up less fandom interest than fucking Theodore Nott -- who is hardly a footnote in canon, for chrissakes. I just feel like I'm putting a ridiculous amount of time and effort into something no one's going to give a shit about. And yes, I realize that I'm supposed to be writing for MYSELF, not the theoretical internet masses. I am, of course, but let's face it: deep down, fic writers are all needy egotistical fanatics who require a steady supply of feedback to survive, and I'm no better than anyone else.

Meh.