Resistance Monster meet my clenched gut

I let go of the Zen, got furious, and began typing. And while I haven't changed my opinion that first drafts should not be published, and will continue preaching that for the sake of the newbie writers who need to hear it, I am getting disgusted with having to explain to each individual resistance monster: "this is my opinion, take it or leave it. And my opinion does not make me mental, no matter how much you want to say I'm elitist and entitled and my position is impossible for the real world."

If they read whole thread, I think I explain my views much better further down. But no, they all want to chime in on the first message with a defiant foot stomp. "YOU ARE WRONG WRONG WRONG! Because I ALWAYS POST MY FIRST DRAFT AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" Make that a kicking tantrum. Not that they will call it that. Their resistance monsters have made them think they are protecting their freewheeling Live Journal experience from my evil dictatorship. Less than a dozen post and I'm already the wicked witch; that's gotta be a record! :D

And how the hell can you actually be a dictator on the Internet?

You learn by finishing. Even if you picked a bad book idea, in most cases you will learn more by seeing it through than you will by chasing after that Sexy Next Book idea. -- 146 Chapter After Chapter by Heather Sellers

It's hardly a complicated idea, but I'm tired of defending it. I thought I had made my passions and why clearer further down the thread, and it's all good. Someone new tells me I'm loco and should piss off demanding conclusions from people. I explained that I didn't demand anything from anyone and how much I try to spread my knowledge. To no avail, I'm supposed to be happy reading something incomplete because the reader doesn't matter. We aren't really publishing by posting for people to read it. I couldn't parse the logic of that and left it alone. Now back to the first post with a new person's sneer who made you English teacher for the whole world, you crazy bitch. And again, we don't owe the readers endings if the muse abandons us.

You don't owe the readers a beginning until you have an ending. But then we're back to the logic of the reader doesn't really exist online. I wish I could take a picture of my expression while trying to figure that out. If the readers don't matter, why do you bother inviting people to read it? Just keep it on your hard drive. Emily Dickerson locked her poetry in a trunk; the concept isn't new.

Not that I've bothered to check, but I have to wonder if they all have abandoned stories on their Live Journals. Nothing gives the Resistance Monster more strength than guilty twinges. The people I contacted asking for conclusions were less defensive. Of course, I wasn't pissed off when I contacted them.

My guts seize up every time I get a new resistance monster tantrum, and I'm tired of repeating myself. I do regret my earlier pissed-off tone, but I don't need my frustration of repeating myself on top of my Faulkner frustration. I'm ready to do what I have NEVER done in all my posts--delete the damn thing they're all getting fixated on. I have no idea if that is even possible. I don't even care if they all walk away smug. "HA, we were right and she slunk off." I can go back to one on one help to find the ones who want to put the extra care in. The ones who will go further. Hopefully, it can be done. And eventually I will convince my own resistance monster that I'm not bypassing a perfect teaching opportunity here.

Update: *Rolling eyes* NO WHERE did I say you shouldn't post whatever you bloody want to on your personal LiveJournal. I specifically said posting to a community and FF.net. That is inviting the fandom to read it. And yes, in my opinion, it should be finished before you do that.

I deleted all my comments. Unfortunately, it didn't give me the option to erase everything under them that I was hoping for. Screw it, I'm not your punching bag. Enjoy your gloating "yeah, we got rid of her!" while you can. Because I haven't gone anywhere.