Somebody actually read something

As I prepared to send it to Lindsay with the carefully worded request asking her read it and give me her opinion last night, it became another one of those mixed-feeling moments.  Pride in what I'd written and wanting to learn if others thought it was as good.  But also immense amounts of trepidation at the almost certain utter lack of any form of response, as the object of pride was completely ignored and disregarded.  Mouse hovering over the 'send' button, I stared at the monitor for nearly twenty minutes as the conflicting emotions warred within.  In the end, pride and optimism once again won out over experience and I sent it.

It was just a little two-page vignette, but it's still a thrill that Lindsay actually was willing to read it and what's more, give me real feed-back.  Never mind the short story that's been sitting in her inbox for the past two months.  Of course, another difference was that this one wasn't fantastic in any way.  It may be that Lindsay's even less of a fan of sf/f than she's willing to admit.