I hope you feel better than you anticipate tomorrow, WS.
Barb, I can relate. I'm in a different medium, but I have gone through periods of obsession over stats, reviews, or lack thereof. And I have to fight so hard not to give up, to make myself keep trying, to promote things when I feel like everyone will hate me for trying to promote my work. Here I am more than a year past when my album was released and I'm still making myself work at it and not give up.
So today I got my first definite rejection from one of the radio stations I submitted to. And that really bummed me out. It felt like they were telling me that the album I spent a year working on sucked. Yet I also lucked out and one of my plugs got RT'd and an animator found my album for the first time and talked it up to his 10,000 followers. He enthused about the album and he and one of his followers so far have bought it. And that feels gratifying.
Big deal, two sales, right? But it's a big deal to me and I have to do SO MUCH promo to get the one sale. I think of it like those guys who ask every pretty girl out on a date. They get turned down 99% of the time but there's 1% who say yes and that's 1% more than they'd have met if they'd been shy. And I never know which one of those sales is going to be the person who has a blog followed by 500,000 people who hang on their every word...
I guess what I'm trying to say is I totally relate to the worry that comes from having expectations that aren't met. And spiraling into bad thoughts that make one feel like one is a failure or through or whatever. You just have to fight them and I think the reality checks you get here will help with that. You've got a lot of support here.
No one has posted since 9:30 Pacific? Boy, I sure killded this thread.
I have nothing much to say. Oh, except that I'm snowed in (and making chicken soup and drinking an inordinate amount of tea).
I'm a stat whore myself. And let me just say how wonderful Barb and Spidra are doing. It's hard not to give a fuck on something you worked so hard on.
But it's important to balance the shit, and define limits to everything. Even if it's "I spent 3 hours watching stats today, I'm gonna do XYZ now and give it another 30 minutes in the evening".
Because there's something that's more important than your work - and that's you.
I hope you feel better than you anticipate tomorrow, WS.
I actually feel a lot less stiff and sore than expected. Worst muscle soreness is my left gluteus maximus. Which I'm finding far more hilarious than painful.
WS, I'm glad the soreness isn't as bad as you thought it would be.
I need to get motivate to clean. I'm babysitting for G at my place tomorrow for 9 hours instead of the usual 6. So, I need to make the living room kid safe.
Sorry, I'm currently without power. Or I'd be able to give a longer, more well thought-out response to Spidra that consists of more than, thank you and boy, I hear you.
Also, I'm glad the power decided to wait to go out until after the coffee had finished brewing. IJS...
Also, I'm glad the power decided to wait to go out until after the coffee had finished brewing. IJS...
That's definitely a plus. Much power~ma to you.
Grr. I was backing out of my spot in the grocery store parking lot, and got scolded by a pedestrian who didn't look before walking out into the traffic lane. I was already halfway out of my spot, lady.
Oh, I hate stuff like that. I was once backing out of a spot, curved awkwardly, and braked to allow a pedestrian to pass (interminably slowly) during which time another car pulled through to the spot next to me, dinged my door getting out of their car (which I was politely sitting there, half in the spot, waiting for) and then because of the way they'd parked and how I was awkwardly angling, meant that I could no longer actually back out of the spot without scraping their car. And as that would have damaged my beautiful wood panels, I had to then spend fifteen minutes (okay, probably two or three) inching the station wagon forward and back in the space to get out.
