Getting better at art is going, "this sucked. I'll try something else next week" over and over again until someone asks you to draw feet.

I've heard a lot about the ethical concerns of Ai Art, but aren't there also practical concerns? Who can make a living off this? Except the people who can already draw. If you can generate it, isn't it then easily mass producible? Unlike traditional art, doesn't it's value degrade with age?

I wish I could be humble all of the time. It's less stress. But people love ego. It makes you inspiring if you win, and comedic if you lose. Having ego is exhausting.

Physical therapist: You have to engage your glutes

Me, recently escaped my traditional family who tried to force me into an arranged marriage with my own Ass: Never

My favorite feature of Bluesky has been leaving it for days at a time only to come back, scroll for less than an hour, and go, "cool, I'm caught up."

There's no infinite content boulder to push up a hill. You can just be done. It's nice.

Do you ever find yourself wondering about a whole generation of artists that we never got to experience because algorithmic social media only rewards such a small niche of content?

Like, you can be a phenomenal character designer, but if you don't draw anime titties, who will know your name?

A relationship with creativity can become so tragically toxic. A mindset of, "I'll finish this tale, or it will finish me" is so easy to adopt. Cornering ourselves to force results is soul crushing. Why is it so incentivized?

Finely ground suffering should not be the pigment we use to paint.

Traditional motivation techniques sometimes fail. What I need is old magic.

Currently looking for a coven approved swamp witch willing to cast an ancient curse on me that will limit how often I can speak to how much I write in a given day.

Some people have told me, "Bluesky is a fad. You'll come back to twitter just like last time." My guy, I was never on twitter. I watched that ship sink from afar. At worst, I'll go back to the original social media and sit in my backyard listening to my neighbors argue over their fruit trees.

I find it's easier to overcome writer's block the more flammable my room is.

The composition books piled high like kindling really add to the atmosphere.

You have to be a little crazy to be a content creator of any kind, but, like, the good kind crazy. The old school kind. No rabbit hole conspiracy theory messed me up. My brain did this to me. This crazy is my design.