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Aug. 18th, 2013 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eibbil_libbieThere are a lot of things I should be doing right now. A lot of productive things like grocery lists, scanning pictures, cleaning, writing of an RP nature.
Instead I'm contemplating my cast lists and feeling pretty crappy.
It's no secret that I love to RP. The actual playing of it - reading tags and coming up with responses, taking characters out of their comfort zone and thrusting them into strange circumstances, the odd and wonderful interactions you find between wildly diverse characters. I'm okay with meta talk and discussion, but mostly, I love to play. I'd play all day if I could.
Used to be the reason I couldn't play was work, or soccer seasons, or life in general. Now, it's lack of place to do so, even with seven characters across two games.
The problem is that after 18 months plus, and with few new characters to interact with, the opportunities for those interactions fall off dramatically. You're left with your character's circle of friends/adversaries for interaction. Many times, that means your character's ship. If that dries up, for whatever reason, you're left holding a floundering character that you still love to bits but have very little available to you, play wise.
Then the downward spiral begins. You try to find something, anything to post about and finally manage to get it written and posted. For whatever reason, the post is met by a swarm of crickets. After a day or two, maybe a friend or two responds, maybe your character's SO. The threads aren't the rapid fire priority they were when you first felt the rush of new pup; instead, they're slow-timed nearly to death, managing enough interaction to make it feel like a treadmill: you're going through the right motions, you're just not getting anywhere.
Eventually it starts to feed an already shaky self esteem - even when, quite probably, it's not a personal thing, it's just a thing. The problem is when that thing makes a place that used to be a happy one into a land of wibbles and worm eating.
tl;dr - I have errands to run, house to clean, and very probably some decisions to make.
In other news, I love Bed Bath & Beyond (and their very fluid return policy) because it means I no longer have a nine year old Dyson. I now have one that made that 9 year old look like a broom in comparison...all without having to sell an internal organ.
Instead I'm contemplating my cast lists and feeling pretty crappy.
It's no secret that I love to RP. The actual playing of it - reading tags and coming up with responses, taking characters out of their comfort zone and thrusting them into strange circumstances, the odd and wonderful interactions you find between wildly diverse characters. I'm okay with meta talk and discussion, but mostly, I love to play. I'd play all day if I could.
Used to be the reason I couldn't play was work, or soccer seasons, or life in general. Now, it's lack of place to do so, even with seven characters across two games.
The problem is that after 18 months plus, and with few new characters to interact with, the opportunities for those interactions fall off dramatically. You're left with your character's circle of friends/adversaries for interaction. Many times, that means your character's ship. If that dries up, for whatever reason, you're left holding a floundering character that you still love to bits but have very little available to you, play wise.
Then the downward spiral begins. You try to find something, anything to post about and finally manage to get it written and posted. For whatever reason, the post is met by a swarm of crickets. After a day or two, maybe a friend or two responds, maybe your character's SO. The threads aren't the rapid fire priority they were when you first felt the rush of new pup; instead, they're slow-timed nearly to death, managing enough interaction to make it feel like a treadmill: you're going through the right motions, you're just not getting anywhere.
Eventually it starts to feed an already shaky self esteem - even when, quite probably, it's not a personal thing, it's just a thing. The problem is when that thing makes a place that used to be a happy one into a land of wibbles and worm eating.
tl;dr - I have errands to run, house to clean, and very probably some decisions to make.
In other news, I love Bed Bath & Beyond (and their very fluid return policy) because it means I no longer have a nine year old Dyson. I now have one that made that 9 year old look like a broom in comparison...all without having to sell an internal organ.