I'm really glad that I used to aspire to be a real writer, because I can't conceive of being too fragile for some concrit. It's not your baby, it's not you, it's some words you wrote, and sometimes they are less good than other times you write.

I wonder if Douglas Adams would enjoy this fic as well.

Also, I'm getting back into Crimson Hero. I was worried that the romance would over power the sport, but I think I'll give it a few volumes[I'm on vol 8] to see if it keeps that great sports energy or whether it peters out into will she or won't she with only a sports backdrop. I'm hoping that Skip Beat has more acting competition pieces as well- I'm nearly current, with volume 16 being needed.