Further to yesterday's post ...

[blamebrampton]

The writing/art wobblies: 
'I am an artist of immense personal integrity who does not need the support of the masses to confirm my genius.'
'Except it would be nice if people could mention my genius.'
'Hurrah! A lovely review calling me a genius!'
'But does that person know what genius really is? Or are they just a well-meaning but critically unsophisticated supporter, which is nice, but not the same.'
'I think I am brilliant, that's what counts!'
'But why oh why do people love Stephenie Meyer/Jeff Koons so much more than they love meeeeeeeee?'

After a few of these mental turnabouts, it's hard to stand up straight, hence the wobblies.

Was going to keep replying to comments, but I think I need a nap ...

Comments

[catsintheattic.livejournal.com]

Whenever I get an attack of feeling entitled to receive more comments, I take therapeutic measures (talk to a friend, think hard, eat chocolate, go to the dojo, make fun of myself, analyse mechanisms of popularity to understand what I'm doing differently, write something, take a bath, beta-read, engage in someone else's writing process, edit a story, read a book, make a conscious decision to step off the soap-box of entitlement).

Because counting comments is the straightest way to unhappiness. :-)