Alright this is the second post for this cause that we are going to post today...now after this post there wont be anymore posts this week. Please comment on these! This one is from one of the admin here at The Twigasm, Dominatall.
We do have some amazing guest reviews and love reading what other people think.
Here is solostintwilight's note
so call it a rant, an Author PSA... a request etc....
There seems to be a frenzy occuring with reading FF. A chapter updates and an author is begged/cajoled/pushed to update as soon as possible.
For some, that's easy. Many pre-write their stories and have buffer chapters... some don't, they enjoy posting with a fresh chapter, because hey... we enjoy the thrill the readers get when they read something we put our hearts in.
But, just like the stress and pressure of getting a work presentation or a homework report done, it takes time. It can add to the pressure to get it out there for the masses.
And frankly, as much as we as writers LOVE the love and excitement, I think we all need to look at how much work goes into these works, how it takes time away from Real life, family, our health, our work. And when there is the pressure to get the next chapter out there because the masses NEED it now... it can be a vicious cycle to keep up.
So, as a writer AND a reader. I want to lay a friendly reminder to folks.
Writers in FF do this for free. do this for the love of it. Do it to entertain their friends. They put their heart into these stories.
So let's be mindful of that. They don't HAVE to update twice a week. They don't HAVE to update weekly or bi weekly... And if they go a month or so... don't assume they've abandoned. LIFE happens. The world happens.
We trust that people will do what is in their heart. Sometimes that means taking a step back. Sometimes that means slowing down.
So when we leave those reviews- "OMG YOU NEED TO UPDATE NOW!" or we stalk or bribe our fave authors- think about what you are asking- and think about how the writer interprets it.
We know you love the story, we know you are waiting with baited breath. But remember we have lives too. And that takes precedence. Over it ALL.
We are blessed with some tremendous stories out there. Let's not push our friends away by pressuring them to get that next chapter out until it is ready.
My love goes to those authors I follow and read, I love what you create- I love that you care to give us that spark inside you head. And i support you in whatever you give us.
My love goes to my readers, who follow and read, and who understand what it takes to provide a chapter of words not just strung together, but sculpted and formed to entertain and offer you a place to escape.
Let's be mindful of one another. Walk in each others shoes, and show a little patience when things get rough.
I see my dear friends stress over getting the next chapter out- get sick over it- or walk away from our fandom completely because of the pressure that is unnecessary for something we all do out of love.
Those are my thoughts. be upset, be happy, by confused. But remember- we are all here to have fun and share. It shouldn't cause us stress or unhappiness....
I tagged a bunch, not because I am preaching, but that perhaps we can remind our friends, our readers and fellow writers about this... Much love
"Congratulations, Edward, your sex life is now officially over," Emmett yelled as he smacked me hard on the back while I tried to hand him a cigar with pink wrapping on it.
"Shut up," I muttered under my breath as I handed a cigar to Jasper.
"Yep, your dick is going to shrivel up and fall off," Emmett, my shit-for-brains brother, said before he and Jasper started laughing their asses off. Fuckers.
"Bella and I had an amazing sex life before the baby, and we will have an amazing sex life after the baby," I stated with suave and debonair confidence. Then my voice faltered for a second, "I just have to somehow make it through these next six weeks…."
Surely I can sweet talk Bella into a few blow jobs….
By this time, Emmett was laughing so hard he was bent over double gasping for air, and Jasper was wiping tears from his eyes.
"Sure, keep telling yourself that, Edward," Emmett choked out in between loud guffaws.
"You assholes don't know what you're talking about," I mumbled as I lit up my cigar and took a puff.
"Well, Edward, I really shouldn't comment since I'm the only single man here with a hot girlfriend that I get to fuck anytime, anywhere, but I have to side with Emmett on this one. He does have two kids, after all," Jasper added.
"Whatever," I grumbled, staring at my cigar.
My anger over the entire situation was still humming through me, so I simply nodded instead of speaking and pushed the door open roughly. I let out a curse as the door slammed into something and bounced back to hit my head. I peered around the door to see a short brunette sitting on the floor where she obviously fell. She was looking up at me in shock and holding her hand over her hip. I took a moment to appreciate her attributes: long brown hair pulled back from her face, large matching brown eyes, pale skin, decent rack. It was easy to see she was small but toned due to the lack of cloth covering her body. She was wearing some sort of blue sports bra and matching spandex pants. Nice.
All positive thoughts of her flew out of my head when I saw the purple and silver pom poms spilling out of her bag. A cheerleader….fucking great. Not many other things annoyed me more than giggling, air-brained, bouncy blow-up dolls. I learned real quick from the last college I attended that they were nothing but perks for the athletic team, and once their welcome wore out they were useless. My eyes narrowed down at her. "Try not to walk next to closed fucking doors." I spit out the profanity, watching her face blanch in surprise. I didn't wait for her poor little mind to try to come up with a response. I took a giant step over her prone form and started walking to the double doors leading out of the building. A small voice teemed in indignation called out behind me. "Maybe you should try getting a life, creep!" I ignored her outburst, my mind was already on the field, and I followed the stadium lights shining brightly in the night air.
| Bella asked quietly, "do you always get treated like that?" she almost didn't want to hear to answer.|
Gianna looked at her and smiled, and said most confusingly, "I think of it as a compliment."
Bella looked at her dumbfounded. And Gianna, upon seeing Bella's face, continued, "If there is a god, I think it's a compliment. A compliment because he only gives us what we can handle. So I guess it's a twisted way of saying he thinks I'm strong."
Gianna stood up from the bed and took the washcloth from Bella's hand. She walked to the doors, and before she closed them she said,
"And I think he thinks you're strong too. Sleep well, Bella."
Chapter 10 of Music of the Heart by wmr1601
Knowing that James was spying on me was enough to turn my stomach.
Now, though, there’s no time to dwell on it. The hustle and bustle of the restaurant helps me to forget all about creepy stalker ex-husbands. From the moment I start work until two-thirty, when I take my lunch break, there’s no time for me to think about anything but work.
Sitting at the table, eating the sandwich I’d packed from home—and wishing I’m having leftovers from Wilf’s last night instead—I can’t keep the thoughts of James at bay. Before ten of my thirty minutes have passed, I’ve set my food down and am resting my arms on the table and my head on my arms. I can feel the tears beginning again, and I wish they wouldn’t. This has been one of the most emotional days of my life, and I’m ready for it to be over. I just want to have a normal life like all the other twenty-two year olds in the world. But because of a decision I made at eighteen, I know I’ll never have that normal life.
The familiar voice pulls me from my silent pity party. I hastily—and hopefully discreetly—dry my eyes on the sleeve of my waitress’ uniform and look up into the green eyes I’ve become so acquainted with. I swallow and offer up a greeting. “Hi, Edward.”
Chapter 2 of One Night Alone by Layne Faire
Stopping just outside the crowded doorway, I took a deep breath, swallowing back the nervous lump in my throat, before entering the room. Inside, chaos reigned supreme. Bourbon Street at the height of Mardi Gras had nothing on Fallen Angels’ dressing room. Debauchery abounded. Music blasted, booze flowed freely, and the band lounged across the furniture, girls draped all over them. The floor and walls were lost in the mass of people crammed into the confined space, but I didn’t see the gorgeous singer anywhere.
Aro sat huddled in the corner, talking with a group of suits. I stood to the side, hesitant, wondering if I should approach him, when he looked up. He motioned for me to join him and I wove my way through the undulating bodies that were everywhere. While I snaked around and under a sea of waving arms, my eyes darted the room looking for him. I’d heard the girls chanting for him outside the amphitheater. Edward Masen. They’d given me a name to go with the pretty face and fuckhot voice.
With each stroke of the pencil my dream girl comes to life, her heart-shaped face graced with huge brown eyes and plump bow lips.
"I want you to help me, and teach me. The times you kissed and touched me made me feel so…amazing."
"Oh, Edward." She smiles sweetly at me. "Promise me though, that you'll tell me when I make you uncomfortable."
"Why are you so good to me, Bella?" I sigh happily.
"Haven't you figured that out yet?" she replies sweetly.
"Well, the time away gave me time to think about things."
"Things?" I ask nervously. This isn't going well.
"Yeah, and I think it may be a good idea not to do the coffee visits anymore, so I thought I should drop by and tell you before you go." She looks down. It was one thing to hear this from Aro, something completely else with Bella. She must know how much this will hurt me.