Thread by @johnmoe

People have been so nice today about APM ceasing production on THWoD the Pod.
Unlike when Wits ended, there’s no one weirdly being glad because they didn’t like the show and thus nobody should hear it. That was rough.
It’s also been an interesting case study...

Like what happens when am historically depressed person gets whomped like this?
Well, so far, it’s better than it could have been.
For one, today’s events are not the death of me. Because the thing I make is not the same as who I am. That’s an easy trap for creative daddies...

Saddies. Not daddies. Maybe saddy daddies. But also saddie mommies. And saddies who aren’t parents for good reasons.

Also, today’s media means an audio program is not monolithic. The maker is more important than the title assigned within a given producing entity.
So I’ll carry on and make a thing. It may have a familiar title. Or not. But my very brief weird Norwegian name will be there...

Anyway, my commitment to normalizing talk about mental health goes on.
It wasn’t a podcast topic, it’s my calling. I want to do it as long as there’s air in my lungs.
So: podcast or speech or book or whatever, called whatever, operated by whatever organization? That keeps going.

There’s something peculiarly exhausting about a) making something and then b) waiting to see if the numbers indicate that it is popular because c) there’s no way to know about b while doing a.

And man, it’s easy to live your creative life in the impossible fog world between a and b. But that’s no way to live.
Honestly, all I know how to do is make something I know to be complete. Then hope I can keep doing it for a while.
Hmph.

So okay so whatever. I’ve had a chance to build big public-facing things that delight weirdies of my particular stripe.
But it’s nerve wracking.
To those who keep hanging with it, thanks for climbing on board the train.
I WONDER WHERE THE TRAIN GOES NOW, you babies.