Comments Comments Comments! · 1:27pm Nov 27th, 2019
There is something that rewards artists, sometimes more than the art and more than any sum of money, that grants them excitement and offers them bliss. It's such a small, easy thing that anybody can do—but few people are apt to do it.
We are, of course, talking comments.
Writing—or art as a whole—tends to be an isolated act. Sure there are friends you can talk to, but very few are open to the sharing of ideas. You can hang around people when you're not committing yourself to the prison of a page.
But when it comes down to it. Writing, drawing, art as a whole... it tends to be a very isolated act. You are walking and playing out scenes in your head. Things trigger your vision in ways that only you seem to see. This allows for a unique, fantastic way of living—but anything unique is one of a kind.
Seeing the world in a different way allows for a breath of fresh air—but you are the one who is breathing it alone. Only you see the things that you see. This different world you seem to own posses a populace of only one. Sure. The material and the company of self are enough to tide over most... but that still only applies to most of the time.
Beyond that. One has no clue if they're gifted or crazy. If they're seeing things or if they're seeing things. You spend to much time alone in this world that's being created as the seconds go on. Suffering for the sake of substance.
These people roam about this world and, once they are done, the story formed or the image seen, all they then have is the mere offering of vague words to those who don't seem to care all that much. It's of no fault of there own. We don't care as much for things we have not experienced for ourselves.
So even if you can express yourself on an idea, it can never be experienced the same way by anyone else, leaving you alone for a little bit longer. But the artist—the good one, at least—persists through the snowy fields.
They take to the page, extracting every word from either that wonderful or horrible place, creating and creating, going on and on. Still an isolated experience, but one filled with themselves and things about themselves.
And then, finally. Finally! The work is done and then taking to town. Edited. Cutting and cut. Bad words gone. Tinkering and refining to re-create that experience for another. After all that work, of that suffering in the dark—one finally emerges to the world, able to share that experience they'd spent so long in isolation with.
The story gets read, the experience, experienced... but nothing said upon it.
It's here where the artist can be called selfish if one so wishes it. The goal is to have that experience—evoking all it did in the creator—now in the reader. If this happens. Then sure. The purpose of the artist has been met.
But what about the person behind the artist?
Going through all those pains only to remain still isolated?
All of this isn't to say a reader then must become a reviewer... but surely you could share your experience? It takes hardly but a few moments to write down your feelings and your thoughts into that beautiful box.
Stray away from 'I like this' for that is the equivalent of giving a story a thumbs up. The writer isn't wanting to be sucked off here. You don't have to endlessly praise them—though I'm sure most wouldn't mind this.
But rather. They want to know what you felt and thought upon reading it. Everything you experienced during the reading, and once it was done, how it then left you. Essays are not required. But a paragraph would be dandy.
What takes you moments will make for elation in the writer for minutes.
There is nothing better than seeing that bell on the top of the page become red. Even better then seeing a comment has been left on the story. What you say, if matching what has been stated above, tends to linger in the creator's subconscious even if you then promptly forget about it.
Do you not understand that?
Not only are your thoughts and your feelings craved, and an essay is not expected of you, but the words you put down then have a profound effect upon the creator. You are solely able to bring worth to their work. To reward them for the words written. Granting them excitement to do more and better.
And all it cost is a single comment once you are done reading.
Be a lad. Be a good man. Be a lovely lady.
Try to leave comments on the stories you read.
Back like the flash only because the Monsters have me travelling through time rather quickly.
Trying to cut back on the fuckers to... well, let's not talk about results. The past few days have still been going rough. Today filled me with a strange sense of things becoming better. Not sure why. But one doesn't tend to doubt hope when it pops out of the blue.
Still writing Roll for Her. Little stuck on trying out a new style. But knowing my broski NC is there to help out takes the strain off the shoulders. That man is tremendous at everything he does and it leaves me incredibly jealous. I can only hope to become half the man that he is.
Maybe the kind of person matters most of all. There must be a reason why certain people are consistently successful at things. Cracking the code to such a thing would be a great thing indeed. But I have a feeling summing all that to a system reveals how terribly wrong I am about such a thing on the whole.
Anywho. I've gotta keep slamming words down on a page. Hope you're all well and doing well. Please leave me comments as they tend to brighten my day with an extra ray of sunshine.
~ Yr. Pal, B ~
Ah, comments. The thing we crave the most, because we usually just see a fraction of the people that hit that link and read the story.
Agreed. Comments are often the lifeblood of motivation to continue, especially on longer multi-chapter works. And yet I know that I too am guilty of far too often reading without leaving any thoughts of my own down below. We can't all be FoME, but that doesn't mean we can't try.
Dude, you are exactly right. Pretty much the only thing that keeps me going in my writing is seeing people comment what they think, good or bad. There's some, I suppose satisfaction in seeing that people enjoyed my work enough that to take the time to comment.
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What's FoME?
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Fan of Most Everything. He comments on everything and offers genuine and useful feedback.
Dude, you're 100% right, I know
I promise I'll try write comments in the future
Comments are the crack that keeps us going. Be sure to pass some of that good shit around, share the wealth.
Not leaving comments is a buzzkill. Don't harsh the vibes, bro
You son of a B, I’m in.
Btw B, what do you think of that new gamer Spike story that's been surfacing on the feature box every so often recently?
I've come to rather enjoy it, and I know you have a slight propensity to like Spike related content.
Ur cool.
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Good to still see you kicking around. And I agree. Comments are addictive.
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What story?
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I'm here for all eternity, my dude
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Quit being a stranger and hit me up. Miss ya, broski. Don't forget that you're a lad, the embodiment of truth to that very word.
Hang about!
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It's called, "Spike of all trades".
It's got some nice character portrayals and a somewhat witty sense of humor.
Starts as slice of life, with a promise of some adventure later.
It has got some of my favourite takes on Pinkie and Spike I've seen.
Worth a look if you're interested.
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I'll check that now.
Thanks for the suggestion!
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You're ever so welcome B-uddy