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"Sit down (or stand up!) and listen to your favorite professional procrastinators in this student-centered talk show addressing the current events and pertinent issues in the minds of fellow young adults!"

It's partially for school and partially for fun bc I've always wanted to have a podcast!!

(One day I'm gonna have a fiction one I swear to the audiodrama gods)

This is like a mild vent if anything, and it's mostly directed at artists like me, but like how do you deal with not having an objective measure of your success??

Like today, I lost a competition for my art form, and it was my last chance to win it before graduation. I've participated every year since I began and I've never won. Every year I get better, but I've never won. No matter how much I tell people "next year is gonna be my year".

And my art isn't something I'm comfortable sharing with a lot of people, so it's just like, if someone asks me what I do or like what's my "thing" there's not much I can show for it. It's like it's not a part of me. Like maybe I haven't earned the right to call it a part of me.

I can't prove my efforts. I can't prove I'm good at it. I can't even show someone to let them determine for themself.

I don't mean at all to sound like a hater or anything, but like everytime I ask for podcast recommendations it's always the same 3 shows and none of them are really my kinda vibe. I don't like anthology. I don't like horror spooky creepy eerie whatever type podcasts. And I'm kinda on the fence about sci-fi. (I'm also not a big fan of a lot of narration, but only once have I been recommended one of those).

One of my favorite podcasts ever was The Bright Sessions. I loved the vibe of it, the character interactions, the creative use of abilities to explore character problems, and the way the primary conflicts and drama were all rooted in their interpersonal relationships. It felt dynamic, fresh, young, fun. Nothing has really lived up since.

Made by my good friend @maddiebell07

It's for my latest fic, Ghosted, a Lava angst fic where Cole isn't perceivable as a ghost and everyone just thinks he's dead.