But back when I was between the ages of 12 and 14 I wrote my first few stories and posted them online. Looking back they were terrible abominations of writing, and should anyone come to me and ask if I wrote them I would deny all knowledge whilst sweating profusely. And yet despite the atrocity of my first few fanfictions there was a plethora of feedback from readers.
By simply liking a post I understand that you have seen the piece exists. I have no idea if you read it or not, much less if you enjoyed it. When you reblog artwork you essentially tell the artist that yes, you liked the piece. You liked it enough to spend an extra few moments putting it onto your own personal space on the web. If you tag it you explicitly communicate how you feel. You want to share it so others can see it and enjoy it.
It takes a lot of time to learn to write. It takes a lot of time to write. We struggle with writing what that hand is doing in a way that is engaging. Instead of struggling drawing furniture and rooms and backgrounds we struggle to construct the same image but with our words. Our plight is no harder or easier than an artist but we do not get the same level of appreciation or recognition that an artist does. In the end what you get is the same thing. An image on your screen. Hi doll!
Not kidding. A long, deep sigh came from Calum, the latest in a series of unhappy noises he was wont to make of late. Afficher davantage. Originally posted by katokarc But she was his friend, right? Admitted a friend whom he on occasion had sex with, but a friend nonetheless, so she had a right to meet his other friends, right? He regretted his decision the moment he walked into the club with her by his side, turning the heads of the entire Gladbach squad.
Granit downed the last of his drink, aggressively setting the glass down as he stood up and fixed the lapels of his jacket. From the corner of her eye she realized the seat where Granit had been previously sat was now empty, letting her know that her little plan of trying to get him jealous had failed. She suddenly wanted all of it to mean more to him, wanted him to share that depth of emotion that she felt towards all of it.
