The addiction of reviews

[primsong]

I like to think I am well-cultured and self-confident enough that I can write purely for my own enjoyment, post simply to share something that might be of interest...not because my ego is shrieking somewhere inside "feed me! feed me!". Ah, strokes. Those darn reviews are worse than caffeine, or carbs, or any other little addiction running around in my life. Nothing else can make me fret and hover and refresh a page like that even though I *know* that only a straggling handful of people in this world are likely to read it, that they are in another time zone and won't get around to it possibly for days, and only a fraction of that tiny group will take the time to type anything up.

What is it about them? I feel like one of the Dwarves when they imagined that gold pile in the mountain and could only think of getting their grimy little paws on a piece of it. It makes for great introspection as to the condition of my self-worth, I will grant it that.

On the good side, it goaded me into finally finishing up the last few chapters of 'Stone of Erebor' and it is good to have it nearly done, removes shadows of guilt I didn't quite realize I had.

*tries to not sit here at LiveJournal, refreshing to see if anyone responds*

Comments

[samarra.livejournal.com]

Do you post your stories here at all, or just on the LOTR boards?

I don't go over there anymore, but I'd love to read anything you write. :)

*huggles*

[primsong.livejournal.com]

We still miss you there, but I understand what it is like when you only have so much time to spend online, you have to focus somewhere - my tales are there, and at the Scrapbook - some are also at fanfic.net and Stories of Arda (under primsong), along with a small handful of poems. *huggles back*