An update on the restoration work front (said front being caused by F*ckbucket's new 3rd Party Hostage rules):
The kitchen section has been fully re-equppied with its according photos.
Several opera posts (not always in chronological order) have been rescued as well, but due to the sheer amount of them, this category will take longer.
Larger opera posts restored within the past few days, amidst cursing and more cursing, include:
- The grand Hogwarts Rinaldo After Dark School Special on the Glyndebourne "Rinaldo" with Sonia Prina,
- the "Why Opera Was Invented For Lesbians" Alcina break-down, and
- the "Troyens = Troygays" post featuring Antonacci and the Anna/Didon romance.
Most of my limited blogging time continues to go into these restoring efforts at the moment, which is why there are fewer posts overall.
(the TDU recaps, though I plan to get to them eventually, will have to wait at the end of the line simply because they are very photo-heavy and not a priority at the moment)
These restoration efforts also take over what little I had managed to organize as fiction writing time this summer, to finally continue with "Stages", which is stuck in the middle of Chapter 16 even though the outline through to chapter 30+ is done and detailed.
I have to admit that I am not very motivated at the moment. The Writing Desk is riding on a wave of popularity since early spring, with about a dozen new folks coming through per week to read works (particularly the larger novel-length ones). You wouldn't know about that, though, because none of them ever leaves as much as a note after the final chapter saying "thanks for the time you invested into this".
There are quite a few people coming through who pass by, download every chapter of every story in a mammoth session, and disappear with the loot.
And it is an attitude that has come to aggravate me.
I don't write because I want large reading crowds, or because I want lots of feedback. I write because I want to tell stories (if I wanted popularity, I'd write elsewhere and advertise it). I am content with the small living-room feel around here. And strangers walking in without an introduction, emptyting the shelves and walking out again without a word, disrupt that feel.
I got into fandom writing at a time where fandom was smaller and interacted with their artistically active folks, be they visual and writing, in a different way. It was less anonymous, and imbued with a bigger sense of community and respect towards the workforce of your fellow fandom people. And I find myself missing that sharply these days, to a point where it influences my dedication to posting my writings publicly online.
Into my stories, particularly into the larger ones, I put a lot of background research time. Writing and editing is a lengthy process. And much of the reading attitude I notice lately, even in such a private corner as this personal blog, is akin to people expecting to buy a handcrafted, intricate and personalized piece of wardrobe or furniture at the price of cookie-cutter factory mass produce. Worse, it entails treating that handcrafted piece – and your workforce that has gone into it – like an automatically fabricated, no-effort, low-cost piece of soulless drivel. It takes the artesan completely out of the equation.
And I am realizing these days that I do not deal well with that.
I don't want to take things offline – they were written to pass the joy of writing them onto those interested in reading them – but I don't want the blog to feel like a place that has a sign stuck on the front lawn saying "just pillage here" when I sit down with what in many instances have become friends to share thoughts and liveblog shows, either.