I’ve been spreading my stories around, primarily on Deviant Art, Tumblr and Literotica. I get totally different responses to every piece of writing from every site. What flies in one arena falls like mud in another. Fascinating in its own right, I don’t really care. My interest is in spreading my memes. As long as people are infected with my perspective, I win. So the spreading will continue.
I discourage feedback, because it is irrelevant to my needs. I know I can write and I write the way I write because that’s how I like to write. I don’t need anyone to tell me how or what or whether I should write. I’ll do what I do and people who like it will read it.
Even so, I get feedback. Mostly, the feedback is inane and positive and I take a good feeling from the stroke and get on with the next story. My favorite response is “I wish it were longer,” because everything is going right when we want more of a story. I pat myself on the back and feel good about extending that next scene with a few hundred more words. Who knows, maybe they’ll work.
Sometimes people offer constructive criticism and my thought is always “who asked you?” If I wanted to write a different story, I would. If I could avoid making mistakes, I would.
“I didn’t make him for you.”
I don’t really mind feedback. I don’t pay much attention to it. I refuse to let it impact the need I have to get on with my next effort, and even in the best circumstances, that is the impact.
So, back to the drawing board. I have another gangbang story to tell …