Okay, I've seen a lot of people expecting great things from this story.
And now that I've FINALLY got a first chapter up, I'm worried. Because I know I cannot live up to those expectations. This cannot be the next Experience, hell it can't even be the next 'somewhat-decent-fic'.
Not even I'm expecting much from this story, and I'm the one writing it.
I know other authors must feel like this, I'm sure. There's that bubbly feeling you get from appraisal, but then there's the paranoia. The worry that builds up inside over not living up to the quota set for you. Letting people down because their expectations were too high for you to meet with.
And I'm worried that people are getting their hopes up too high, and putting this story on a pedestal it can't live up to being placed on.
This isn't going to be great, I'm a novice writer, writing a mediocre story.
Please, for the love of pewdiecry, please lower your expectations; if you had any at all.
I'll try my best to make this story enjoyable, but please don't expect fantastic, Experience-level gold.
The best I can give you is maybe copper, verging on bronze.Thank you.
- Sinn
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Toxic [A PewdieCry Fanfic] Discontinued
FanfictionCry is a powerful Incubus from the deepest depths of Hell, and master of the most corrupted harems in the Netherworld. Bored with the usual, he decides to venture beyond Hell's gates, looking for suitable human mates. Sex with humans turns out to be...