Yet again, I change my “profile.” I can certainly say this, RedBubble has transformed both the quality and discipline with which I write. Formerly, I was hesitant to take the time to sit down and write or edit my work. There were two primary reasons for this. First of all, I tell myself that I cannot really write until I have read, x,y.z, and a,m,i,r,e,a,d,y. Secondly, until I really became involved in RB, I felt as if I was writing in a far less auspicious bubble. It is fantastic to have others comment on and critique my work, however often that may be done. It has also been a thrill to read such high quality work in such quanity.
I will always be an inveterate reader. Yet, more and more often I am approacing my computer with the need to write something that will be seen by someone other than myself. I can always pick the book back up. I cannot, however, just dial up the Muse, and say “Ok, now’s a better time to visit.”
Thanks to everyone whose comments have made my work better and to those who will in the future.
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