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Well, it's been...four years now?
Weird.
Anyway, I've been gone a long time, more or less. I come by now and again, just to look at things and occasionally exchange a word or two with an old friend, but for the most part, I'm not here anymore.
I don't really write anymore, nor do I make poetry or take pictures. The fire for art that I used to have to share, the vanity that I felt about my old pieces and the pride I had in my work, that's all gone, completely. I don't really expect to get that back, but I am trying to, eventually, figure out a way to get back into the process of making art again. If anything good pops up, I may post it here, but I'll probably forget. Anyway, I'm not really sure if anyone reads these, much less on an account that has been dead for four years, but I hope that any of you reading this are well.
Perhaps I'll see you all again.
Perhaps not.
All the best,
wabitgirl
Weird.
Anyway, I've been gone a long time, more or less. I come by now and again, just to look at things and occasionally exchange a word or two with an old friend, but for the most part, I'm not here anymore.
I don't really write anymore, nor do I make poetry or take pictures. The fire for art that I used to have to share, the vanity that I felt about my old pieces and the pride I had in my work, that's all gone, completely. I don't really expect to get that back, but I am trying to, eventually, figure out a way to get back into the process of making art again. If anything good pops up, I may post it here, but I'll probably forget. Anyway, I'm not really sure if anyone reads these, much less on an account that has been dead for four years, but I hope that any of you reading this are well.
Perhaps I'll see you all again.
Perhaps not.
All the best,
wabitgirl
That time of Night
So I get to this point with art at some points in time where I just feel the need to delete all of my filters and fucking cuss the hell out of some of the incompetent, douchebaggy, idiotic, fucking unskilled and retarded artists who post pictures of themselves nude, pictures of their ass or tit cleavage with no lighting or composition, often using their goddamn stupid ass web cams and the like to do it. Grainy, annoying, shitty, dark, failures of pictures. It makes me fucking sick, so I go and bash the living shit out of their photography. Why? Because I'm an asshole. Sorry.
No I'm not really sorry. I am really an asshole sometimes, though.
Theory Here...
So they made poles a premium member only thing, because they (they being the people who run deviantart) suck, but I'm curious. Do any of you think that the time at which you upload something makes a difference as to how much initial popularity it gets and that, in the long run, people who upload more stuff during the day, during the peak hours, are more likely to become more popular? This is excluding people such as Humon, Alexiuus, Pyromaniac, Kriswilson, etc.
Also, I'm one to believe that having an image as your preview, instead of words, is a damned surefire way to get more views. Thoughts on that?
Bolivia Hates Me
I am currently on a family trip in Bolivia. Before I say anything else, two things; One: Yes, I realize I'm incredibly lucky and Two: I am incredibly OCD about the conditions and functionality of my electronics.
So, since coming to Bolivia, I have proceeded to lose my camera (which I have had for over five years) and my phone (which is newer, but is something I value dearly). Also, my computer has upped and fucked and died, probably hard drive failure, which means that I will have to pay exorbitant amounts of money to get it fixed, and now, having just found my iPod, it has also broken, for no fucking good reason. Essentially, Bolivia has fu
Success
There a few elements to being successful.
Skill, luck, practice, and then a whole shitton of persistence. Basically, if you suck at something and you're not lucky, but then you do t a shit ton of times, you'll eventually get better and then you'll get luck sometime. That's how you get a DD. Post a thousand deviations and make a thousand thousand more photos or stories or anything, and and delete the bad ones as you get better, but keep them hidden somewhere where you can look at them so as to meter your progress. That's how you do it. 100,000 pictures and you may very well be a decent photographer, like some of the ones on here. PERSISTENCE,
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Hey man, long time no see. I read your journal earlier this morning, when I was getting ready for work, and I just wanted to mention how legitimately terrifying and how much sorrow it gives me that you've lost your spark. When I first met you, you were one of the most ambitious little shits I'd ever seen, your imagination drew far and wide in comparison to mine and I loved that. I loved every second of every little chat we had.
Although I'm not entirely sure how well, if at all, you remember me, I'm more than happy to try and reconnect with you in any way, shape or form that you deem appropriate. I miss the hell outta' you, man.
Sincerely, Yooms.
Although I'm not entirely sure how well, if at all, you remember me, I'm more than happy to try and reconnect with you in any way, shape or form that you deem appropriate. I miss the hell outta' you, man.
Sincerely, Yooms.