I know that one of cohost's favorite/least favorite activities is talking about how bad Light Blue Social Media Website XYZ is, but this is an essay from a video essayist turned regular essayist I have been thinking about for a little bit that I wanted to share. Reading this, I wasn't really applying it to "twitter" so much as "Posting On The Internet At Large," but that's just me

I'm extremely aware that there isn't a real solution to the "internet attention economy" as I keep calling it, but writing a lot in a notebook and not posting anything in my spare time has been a pretty good start, insofar. It is supremely weird to remember How To Be Bored

I always say that i'm a better cook than a baker but that's only because I'm more comfortable cooking than I am baking. Baking is a little more intimidating because it often feels like there's a lot less room for improvisation and experimentation; I can always play around to taste when cooking like a stir fry, or marinating + seasoning a steak or something, but with baking if one thing goes wrong, sometimes that messes the whole damn thing up.

But baking can often feel a little more rewarding to me, too

That same improvisation in cooking a stir fry already reveals what the finished result is going to taste like--or at least, extremely close to it. That marinade is probably not going to be so dramatically different when put on top of this steak.

Halfway through baking this pan of cinnamon rolls, I realize I have absolutely no idea what these are going to taste like or how they are going to appear in the oven.

And...the thrill of knowing what I got right is really rewarding, after the fact! And arguably, knowing what I got wrong if I screw something up is just as valuable.
It's just something I didn't expect to like as much as I do. I hope one day i get comfortable enough with this medium to try Wild and Crazy stuff

Your warm up drawings can just be literal scribbles on your canvas. They don't have to be the master strokes of da vinky come alive on clip studio paint or a hot lady encouraging you. It can be nonsense. It can be clown vomit. Who's gonna stop you