Musings on participation

I haven't posted in a while. Didn't seem to have anything worth sharing. Which isn't to say I do now, but I just posted some actual fic and I figure that gives me leeway. *g*

Oh, I do have happy news: I was nominated for the next round of the Fang Fetish Awards. Thanks, whoever nominated me! I shall now proudly post my button:


Also, I just read frimfram's Halloween story, Reality Ends at the Checkpoint. It is absolutely wonderful, and you should read it now if you haven't yet.

I haven't been reading much at all lately, neither fic nor flist—partly because I'm writing again (though I'm still agonizingly slow) and partly because life has seemed mysteriously busy, even though I'm still unemployed and have virtually no responsibilities. I mean, keeping the dishes washed is pretty much it, and even in that I'm slack.

I worry that if I'm not posting and I'm not responding to people's posts and not feedbacking people's stories, I pretty much cease to exist. I worry that everyone will forget me and move on. At the same time, I realize that's fairly silly—every time I've come back from a posting hiatus, my corner of fandom has swiftly welcomed me back.

Does anyone else have these thoughts?

By the way, speaking of my existence between posts: I actually do have a real-life journal, which is entirely friends-locked. I've started opening it up to fandom friends who are interested; if you'd like to know the mundane details of my life, drop me a line! (No worries if this doesn't interest you.)