I tell everyone who I consider friends at some point or other, usually in a shameless plug to get them to read my stuff. Sometimes they're shocked--I come across rather innocent in real life, go figure--but more often than not, they rather blushingly admit that my writing got to them.
Both SOs since I met Lit have known; the first took a rather bored support of me, the second a little more enthusiastic. He gives me lots of writing assignments anyway, so I know he likes what I do. And he already knows everything that I would love to write about, so I don't feel TOO ashamed showing it to him.
I really wish I felt comfortable telling my parents, because it's bloody inconvenient to keep minimizing the page whenever they walk by when I'm at their house, as in right now. But like MG, they already think I'm a little too "active" even without knowing exactly what sorts of things I'm active about.
Both SOs since I met Lit have known; the first took a rather bored support of me, the second a little more enthusiastic. He gives me lots of writing assignments anyway, so I know he likes what I do. And he already knows everything that I would love to write about, so I don't feel TOO ashamed showing it to him.
I really wish I felt comfortable telling my parents, because it's bloody inconvenient to keep minimizing the page whenever they walk by when I'm at their house, as in right now. But like MG, they already think I'm a little too "active" even without knowing exactly what sorts of things I'm active about.