Where Praise Is Due

So, the meta-message of the past few weeks is that people have to be recognized for their efforts.

You all heard me whining last week. Well, I apologize if it was annoying, but I don't take it back for a minute. To create, we must put the best of ourselves out and do it as nakedly as possibly. There is something inherently terrifying about creating life out of thin air and letting others see it. It is always a risk to the ego.

I got the message reinforced when appelle let me read a poem (very intriguing writing -- I want to see more and she should post some online) of hers and also (unexpectedly) when 33mhz pinged me about feedback to his short screenplay after my initial offer of criticism was met by his comment that he hadn't taken the writing so seriously anyway. I now call bullshit on that statement. After all, he posted it, didn't he?

I call on everyone to take everyone's creations seriously and at least acknowledge that you've read them, listened to them, watched them. I appreciate anyone who even gives me a brief line and a nod (though I would orally pleasure upon request anyone who gave detailed, useful criticism -- offer void where prohibited and not available to employees of Kelloggs' or their families). kuriadalmatia's work on my fic did more for my positive attitude in the last few weeks then any crisp fall day. She erased the evil spewed at me by my book editor.

I would like to also mention the fact that snowmit showed me the games on an actual cell phone that his company is developing and they were cool and great. And you guys really did it. You planned it, you worked and they now exist. Dream to reality, baby. Life out of thin air.

And now, here is your feedback, Mark:

( For what it's worth... )

Thank you for sharing. Thank you all.