The Very Honest Truth of Reality

Alright, I don't want to make this another typical rant-type blog, so I'll try to keep it brief.

As most of you know, if not, everybody, a while back, I hit a bit of a brick wall with my rampant-running thoughts that caused me to enter a massive funk of self-doubt, depression and realisation. For so many years, I taught myself how to be a professional writer and author, to learn as much as I could about the literary world and how to hone my craft. I learned more advanced words, techniques, how to reference and cross-reference, use metaphors in a chippy, witty, dramatic or dark way, whatever the story called for, and I know from that straight up that I know how to write fluently.

That's not a bragging right, or, if it is, I don't brag much or at all about it. You, as the person that's creating this content, are your best critic, but what really matters is what the reader thinks and how they react to what you do. If you have passion, soul and the heart to mean the words you write, then it'll definitely show, and you can take my word for what it's worth. All in all, writing is a special part of my life that holds a place in my heart for all of the memories it has with me from my adolescence. My childhood in school was basically crammed full of days where I read endlessly across multiple genres.

Right now, in this current time, you'll have noticed that I've written no new stories, but those that have had some follow-ups are only already-written chapters from the past that have been released periodically. I don't write a chapter, release it, open a new document, write, release and then repeat, I do quite the opposite. There have been no more stories, and I've had no intentions of writing any more, because I both have no time for it and I have lost my motivational streak.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still a literary enthusiast with a massive influence on the dark, horror, romance and bitter-sweet tales, that part of me will never die because I'm a sucker for all of those things, especially the stories I write involving blooming relationships and those cute moments of adorableness, but I no longer want to be a writer. If I had the option of writing with the promise of it working out for me, then I'd obviously be in a happier place with myself personally and career-wise, but that's not the case this time. And I'm partially not pursuing a career in literature because of some words I've had with a good friend in the past, and the words sunk in deep, so I have been listening to him and others out there whom cared enough to warn me of the potential consequences of this line of work.

So, while I'm still alive and active on Fimfiction as a personality and as a voice on YouTube, I'm not a writer. I'm a musician. I found I have a knack for it, I enjoy writing lyrics, playing like a madman, exploring new sounds and opportunities for alternative styles and varieties of musical taste, and being able to move around instead of sitting in a chair in a dark room, staring at a computer screen all day does seem very bleak to me. This way, I can travel around, constantly be productive, get my thoughts out of their in a lyrical, vocal medium instead of a visual medium that requires you to use your imagination as you absorb the words.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. I am in no way at any conflict over this choice, and I'm quite at peace with where I'm at as a person. As much as I strive for the goal of being published, it feels like I'm only deluding myself. While nothing is impossible, not as long as the person puts all of their effort into it and they remain stubborn enough to not be deterred, you have to consider that it won't always work out in your favour or in the way which you would initially wish. That's not how life works, unfortunately. Here's a saying that my dad used to tell me all the time when I was growing up - ''If it was easy, then everybody would do it.''

That's about the size of it, wouldn't you say? Don't be a people pleaser and you'll do fine. Do it for you and you alone. It's up to you what you do at the end of the day, so you better make it count while you still have the opportunity. If you're going to be alive once, well, it goes without saying that you should make it a good one. (A delicious one, too! Go on - be adventurous!)

But that brings me to the end of this blog / announcement. I no longer sit down at a keyboard all day and write, but I now sit in front of a huge amp, go deaf while I strum the strings as I create melodies, get frustrated when a string breaks and whips me in the cheek, try to keep my vocals on-key and smooth and generally having fun while doing it. One of these days, my YouTube channel will take a turn, so you may get the chance to finally hear some of my original music and miscellaneous melodies and vocal work that's not so important as my main stuff, but it's still entertaining.

With that being said, back to the studio.

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With love, from England,

- FireRain / Dan Ribe 💛☮ (PS - My name isn't actually Dan Ribe, but I prefer it to my original. It's originally a nickname I had in school that I liked enough to keep, so that's why I go by that, in case you wanted to know.)

Peace, love, empathy,

Rock on! 🎸