by katana » Sat Apr 20, 2013 6:50 pm
Not really "how I feel today" so much as an anecdote I found interesting.
Something I wrote reminded of how I once tended to write things in different colours. Like most people who'd spend a lot of time alone I never had much interest in other people reading them, and it never occurred to me to think how they'd react.
So at some point some person turns round and tells me they think I'm writing in bright colours to seek attention. Realising this means other people read this writing, so its no longer an exercise in imagination/just responding with random true or untrue thoughts, because I realise my fictional space where I'd just "play with ideas" that weren't mine is being intruded on.
I never write anything with those people again and find another distraction to play with. That's not a bad thing, the character I was playing was a bit lame IMHO anyway, but I was kind of enjoying it at the time. Still, good thing the time was kept to a sensible limit. lol