I've been plagued by a streak of arrogance for the better of a year and a half now.

I want to write more. I think one good quality of an artist who regularly expounds on thematics is, they know when to step back and keep things in all good fun. There's that you sometimes can't more deeply step over into the territory of broad expression when you're prone to censoring yourself, and then there are artists who balance a lack of censorship yet in a discretionary way. It's safe to say I'm not a professional artist on that I'll willingly delve into the territory of explicit content on adult oriented terms, and this is a commonality among many artists who emphasize themes that more readily resonate with furries, therians, otherkin, and other animal lovers.

I'm only slightly basing this dissertation out of that in the most recent times, I've been perusing Twitter posts that fall within the categories of horror and the "metal" genre. These two genres, in the sense of artistic expression on the horror part, greatly excite me, as I've always been one willing to delve into the less seemly, less appropriate varieties of entertainment - names gamers may recognize such as Resident Evil, Silent Hill, and other such related names like Dino Crisis, Onimusha, Devil May Cry, and many less longer standing franchises that however more or less raise alarm to however more or less sensitive individuals, of which I feel I am one who resides somewhere around the middle leaning more towards "more so sensitive". I've both willingly and somewhat unwillingly become more casual in the most recent 4 years, and I have a weakening longing to return to a forefront of heavy writing, yet not necessarily "heavy handed" writing.

I think that in some of my old writings, I've struck a balance between whimsically humorous and exquisitely charming. A few folks took notice, and expressed compliments, but I feel that was a time more saturated in a broad acceptance of artistic experimentation. That's probably a terrible thing to say, but it's not unthinkable that some folks who browse art galleries looking for different works carry somewhat highbrow mentalities while browsing. This is where I feel I've fallen. It's common now that I feel as though if what I write isn't going all out in the most explicit sense (not content-wise) then it isn't worth posting. I've lost the sense of wonderment and love of sharing. It's led me to an elitist mindset that carries on to bleed over into self-depreciation. It's never fun.

In the end, though, the best solution is continuity. While it's healthy to reflect, it's detrimental to stagnate. If I'm going to return to a steady streak of writing, it's best I simply do so in all abandon.

"Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might." - Solomon