I just want to give a shoutout to all of you who comment on fics. Kudos are wonderful too, but those of you that comment, especially regularly, are an extra kind of special. I’m always happy when I see your names in my email and you’re why I keep on writing.
Woot woot! Comments and Kudos are amazing little ways we readers can tell our writers “Thank you!” It always kinda bums me out when I can’t leave a comment on a fic…
This is all kinds of true. Receiving feedback on my writing changed my entire perception of the art itself. I enjoy all manner of feedback, from capslock rampant hyperbole (my goal, to be honest), to critical interpretations, to pointing out a detail I got wrong. I love all of it.
And, moreover, I love my readers for having the confidence to flail at me incessantly, because it makes me seriously, stupidly happy.
Yes this! When a reader can build a relationship with a writer, no matter how small a piece of feedback may be, a whole new world of opportunities is opened up and the possibilities are endless.
Feedback is super important for writers; it let’s them know that their material is getting out there, it helps them to grow as writers, and it can offer them encouragement to keep writing. Give your love and support!
Castiel, 3
Of course, of course
“Jack.” Castiel whispered his name. Not the name of his birth, a name chosen for a time and place far away. A name he’d expected to discard as soon as he finished using it. But the name had clung to him, had taken roots. It was the name the Doctor had called him, and Rose. The name he had died carrying. The name he had taken into another century and eventually to meeting his very namesake. It was as much a part of him now as the strap on his wrist and the coat on his shoulders and the never-ending life in his blood and bones. And on Castiel’s lips it was a prayer and a promise. [x]
iamianto gave me a fantastic prompt and I ran with it:
The Sound of Wings – The sound of wings could thrill him almost as much as the sound of the TARDIS…
