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Has it really been TWO YEARS since I've written something?
12 years ago
I should seriously, like, write something.
God, I have stuff that I want to say, but I have no idea how I should say it.
So here goes. Lately I've been feeling really, bummed out about the path I chose in college (it's a science based path, rather than anything focused on art or writing or creativity), and I really like, miss writing.
And this is where it gets a little weird. The whole reason I stopped writing was because I was ashamed, for a couple of reasons. First off (obviously) I was ashamed because all of the stuff I ended up writing was just, pure masturbation fuel. Like, no depth of any kind beyond that. Second, I was ashamed because all of the stuff I DID write that was supposed to have meaning was just fucking terrible. Like, just pure, stereotypic garbage. So I kind of drew into myself, and stopped writing.
But, BUT! I had a really big series of... "events", I guess they were, that made me feel a lot better about who I am and what I do.
I'm just a guy who writes for the sake of the medium. I don't want or care about being acknowledged as a "writer" or an "artist", and I don't care about making a statement of any kind. I just want to write little short stories full of furries and pokemon and muscles and dicks and balls, for no other reason than there aren't enough of those out there. It's what I want to do, and if people can enjoy them half as much as I do then that's fucking awesome.
So, sorry to keep you guys waiting.
God, I have stuff that I want to say, but I have no idea how I should say it.
So here goes. Lately I've been feeling really, bummed out about the path I chose in college (it's a science based path, rather than anything focused on art or writing or creativity), and I really like, miss writing.
And this is where it gets a little weird. The whole reason I stopped writing was because I was ashamed, for a couple of reasons. First off (obviously) I was ashamed because all of the stuff I ended up writing was just, pure masturbation fuel. Like, no depth of any kind beyond that. Second, I was ashamed because all of the stuff I DID write that was supposed to have meaning was just fucking terrible. Like, just pure, stereotypic garbage. So I kind of drew into myself, and stopped writing.
But, BUT! I had a really big series of... "events", I guess they were, that made me feel a lot better about who I am and what I do.
I'm just a guy who writes for the sake of the medium. I don't want or care about being acknowledged as a "writer" or an "artist", and I don't care about making a statement of any kind. I just want to write little short stories full of furries and pokemon and muscles and dicks and balls, for no other reason than there aren't enough of those out there. It's what I want to do, and if people can enjoy them half as much as I do then that's fucking awesome.
So, sorry to keep you guys waiting.
I can't wait to see what you'll be doing from now on!