…or how constant disappointments in franchises have led fandoms being completely jaded.
I totally get it. I am a Star Wars fan. I watched The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi. By the time Rise of Skywalker came around, I was done. They had shit on the lore and established canon. The writing was horrid, and don’t get me started on the MaRey Sue. Nope, not going there. You can’t make me.
…or how many don’t watch a show before repeating what they see.
Being a fan of the original and one who liked the reboot, I was going to watch this one as well. Admittedly, I didn’t watch She-Ra. I couldn’t get past the art and bits of animation I did see.
I am two episodes into the show, and I have a few things to say about the controversy, the “geek” that can’t keep his yap shut, the YouTube channel that broadcasted a leak, and the accusations that were thrown about.
I have a confession. I watch the hoarders show on A&E. I can’t help myself. It’s a morbid curiosity.
I cringe when they reveal the homes, and then I start feeling for the families of the hoarders.
Then there are the hoarders. Many of them have the same fear. Loss. They suffered a major blow in their lives and started hoarded in order to NOT lose anything else. It’s tragic. I genuinely mean that. I am not being sarcastic.
On the flip side, every time I watch an episode, I have the overwhelming urge to clean everything.
As a self-published author, I can not tell you the number of times I have stared at my own novel and my brain drew a blank. I mean, you should know how your own story goes, right?
You SHOULD know the plot, how the characters are going to react, and where you should go from the point that you started, right?
You should, but often times, I really don’t. I describe my writing process as “stream of consciousness”. I do this because I grew up an only child with a LOT of imaginary friends. As I grew, those friends took on many character traits and suddenly, I had a lore-filled world running around in my head.