Sometimes I realize that my time on the net has resulted in great frustration for me.
Its been a boon, in that it has kept me writing, for various sources, ever since 1988 or so. Fairly regularly, and I've seen a lot of improvement in my own work. I look back, and I can see the different voices, and see what worked and what didn't. I see different phases of my life through the eyes of the voices in my head.
But the frustration comes from the things I cannot see. The writing I can no longer find.
I just searched the archives of the Vampyres mailing list, looking for a few stories I remember writing, and could not locate them. I was... depressed. And yeah, frustrated. *wry smiles* I know I found one of them not all THAT long ago, but I can't find it right now. And I was going to post it here, which is honestly, even more annoying.
There are so many things that I have done and said which are lost to the annals of time. *sighs*Posted by Deb Atwood at June 04, 2002 09:59 PM