Hey, Brandon Scott here. I have a guest post from a friend of mine. He writes books. If you want to read those books, well, follow this link: http://www.teamstarangel.com/. He’s a cool guy, you should give them a look.
And once you’re done with that, let’s get to the article. Continue reading
Well, they are both art forms. They both revolve around creating a communication, though only one ends in literal digestion. But I mean beyond that.
I’ve been around this blogging thing for a few years now, and occasionally I’ll come across cooking related posts from a blog predominately focused on writing. And for a while, I found that strange. I know people can have, must have, other interests outside of the written word, but it is almost always cooking they bring up on their blogs. Not an eclectic mix of things. Sure there are some outliers, but the amount of culinary fixation was odd.
Not anymore. Because as I cook more and more, I see how the act of making food is like writing in so many ways. Continue reading
The expression “First World problems” is interesting. It serves as a reality check for certain complaints. To get someone to examine all the comforts of their life they may take for granted.
It’s a common enough thing in America. I am certainly guilty of overinflating my grievances. Of being dramatic.
This is one of those times. Continue reading
My first experience with the BioShock franchise came years before I actually found the games. Instead, I learned the lore from random quotes, videos, and audio clips. Rapture: a city run on a variant of Objectivism. And back then, being a kid with a bit of an unchecked ego, I found the idea appealing. What if, like Rapture attempted, humanity took the best and brightest and let them do whatever they wanted away from scrutiny and restriction and censorship? What a world could we make?
But then, after a while, the appeal faded away. Not a workable philosophy in my day-to-day life, so discarded. Objectivism I “objected” to–if you’ll forgive the wordplay.
But the game came back around. In a store, there BioShock Infinite sat. I wasn’t the one who bought it either, a friend did. And I traded off The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim for it. It was a temporary trade.
A month or so later, I bought my own copy of BioShock Infinite. Continue reading
How awkward. How embarrassing. How mortifying. How much we must save face, deny feelings, and little white lie.
I do it too. We all do. And I can’t for the life of me understand why it came to be this way. I will not go into the conspiracies of the internet nuts and claim the conformity agenda of some all-consuming other–I’m not one of those people.
It’s not happening because of any of that. Continue reading
Inspired by a conversation I had with a fellow blogger, I have one important thing to say to people:
STOP. SQUASHING. ARTISTS!
Stop beating people down into the ground!
Stop critiquing people into crippling self-doubt!
If someone likes to make art, then let them! Continue reading
When I last talked about this, I had added in red marks through my entire printed manuscript, finding every error I could.
So, yeah. Done with that part.
But what I didn’t tell you about though: is afterward I shared the finished chapters with my Alphas—along with surveys.
And while doing this, I found a nice secure drawer and funneled the finished pages into its recesses.
And now, in nearly the present moment, after around three months or so, among many other projects, a loss of a person, work, and just life—the drawer is full, and the book storage suitcase is empty. Continue reading
Let it never be said I am not one to get on a Hype Train. Because, well, I did grow up with Pokémon in my heart, and now the idea of catching some in the wild appeals to me way too much to not do so.
I lasted a while. I went a whole five days or so before I began playing. But now, like everyone in the world it seems: I’m a Pokémon fucking Trainor. Continue reading
I stopped blogging for around ten days. I declared a hiatus. I took a break. I don’t do that lightly. And, well, it wasn’t a light thing. It was…dark. I went out of town.
This is personal, and I’m a little uncomfortable being this open—but I was at a funeral. In Chicago. The place I used to live, before I came to Florida.
We knew, my family and I, that this might happen. I’d been dealing with the knowledge in the back of my mind for more than a month. That someone I love might die. Continue reading
Hey guys.
So…some stuff came up. I am only now recovering from the lack of sleep, and I don’t have a post for you today besides this one. In fact, the chaos is still going, and I am going to have to take a brief break for the next week or so.
I think I can post a new article on the 15th once everything is in order. Sorry. This whole thing really blindsided me.
I’ll talk to you then.
Sometimes these posts are just as much for me in the future as they are for you guys.
This is one of those.
Because I know I will meet moments where I need a little pep talk, and thus I will store that pep talk in the one place I know I’ll find it.
And if it helps other artists out there, well, all the better. Continue reading
Wow. There it is. I did not realize how satisfying it would be. To look at it. To see it. Stacked there after three hours of waiting.
Am I being vague?
Yes, yes I am.
It’s because it’s somewhat odd for me to go into this. But I think it’s time I told all of you. Stopped keeping it a secret.
I printed my manuscript. Continue reading
Hello Internet,
You and I have been friends for a long time now. We’ve been through things together, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.
But, now that I know you so well, I feel there are some things I need to tell you. Some things that, maybe, you could improve? Continue reading
Let me get one thing straight: an artist who says he doesn’t care about what others think about his work is a dirty, dirty liar, or a much stronger man/woman than I.
And I am not ashamed to say that if it wasn’t for people validating what I do, and being kind enough to let me ramble on and on about writing, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have the tiny bit of success I’ve eked out of this world. Continue reading
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