Miss Cellaneous

I was cleaning the dishes, as one does. And I idly wondered about fannish feedback culture. As one does.

We like responses to our fanworks. That's a no-brainer. But every time there's another debate or wank about the merits of a piece or the people involved or, fine, another instance of me giving in to the urge of posting unsolicited concrit, I'm baffled anew at people's responses.

Mona, you sigh say, haven't you learned by now that most fans don't want criticism? That a large faction of fandom hates anything but happysqueeyourock! comments?

But, but, but, I respond, WHY?

The question isn't whether we like criticism -- we generally don't. I sure don't. You probably don't. Your five-year-old neighbour with the crayon set won't cherish having all the flaws in his doodles pointed out to him. And yet, to me, that doesn't account for these emotional and occasionally anguished responses. ( ... )

Okay, before we head out for some sight-seeing, remember my drabble for honeymink, Ethiopia?

( I got a little lesson. )

You know, when lunasky offered me not only webspace but also the coding and creating of a fan site of my own, I -- well, what do you think I said, after a loud *squee*? Right: I said Yes, please, thank you, wow.

I restate my thanks here, Luna. You've been utterly awesome throughout.

My Site at Perchance To Dream

Now that I got all my fiction in one place, of course -- feel free to check it out and give me constructive criticism with emphasis on both the constructive and the criticism; I have disabled IP logging for those of you who'd rather remain anonymous. It's true that the idea of a no-name fan as myself being intimidating in any way makes me grin, but hey. Go ahead -- very direct, no-holds-barred pointers are fine, but flames will make me sniffle (you know how sensitive I am).

In other news, I think more people should have baby potatoes as an LJ interest. Seriously, do you have any idea how splendid they taste? Or maybe that's just a genetic predisposition in my case...