I’ve been writing in some fashion for… [checks notes] about 25 years. The earlier stuff is lost to time and whatever elements exist, and honestly, it was pretty bad if I’m honest with you all. I started doing more long form writing college, still kind of figuring things out and finding my voice, as it were. Even now, I’m finding I still haven’t quite figured that out, but I’m definitely finding comfort in some chambers better than others. That’s a cold truth about aberrant identity: you never truly belong anywhere.
Over time and repeated activity, I’ve found that world builders and story tellers have to wear many hats. Sometimes it’s the three-point hat of a pirate, offering treasure at the end of dangerous adventure. Maybe it’s an unbranded ball cap (with aviators, of course) of a vigilante incognito, seeking answers in the midst of conspiracy. Often times, it’s a wizard’s hat, making the impossible possible.
The world is rife with conflict, and there’s truly no story to tell without one. And so sometimes, there’s the harsh truth of having to kill your darlings. Some creators prefer the gloomy facelessness of an executioner’s hood. Personally, I prefer the disturbing mirth and visceral imagery of a bloody red cap
Aberrant Arcade 