Blaugust Reborn – A Retrospective

I’m sure if you had approached me at the beginning of July and told me I should start a blog, I probably would have looked at you like you were crazy. I mean, I wasn’t a writer, I wasn’t a journalist, and it sounded like an awful lot of work. Why do that when I can do other things I know I enjoy like playing some game or another?

Yet, here we are. The blog exists. WordPress feels the need to constantly remind me that I’ve posted something every day since July 24th. I get it, people posting means they’re making money and nobody likes to break a streak right? So, uh, we did it, I guess.

It’s a weird post to be writing in a way, as it’s become such a part of day to day routine that it now feels natural. I suspect that is, ultimately, its purpose. In a vacuum, I never would have tried it, and even if I had, probably not continued either. The event has a few additional perks like having a built in audience. Enough so that I know there are people who make an effort to read these posts.

Funnily enough, I did it for me though. That’s not really a good thing or a bad thing, we all do what we do for our own reasons. Mine was to prove to myself that I could do it. I felt that it was an experience that could only improve my life and so wanted to prove to myself that I could.

Psychochild expressed a sentiment recently that sums up how I used to feel about a lot of things. I grew up thinking of things in terms of gifts and talents. Some people were good at drawing, some people weren’t, and you had to learn to play the hand you’re dealt.

This is still true, to a point. Some people do seem to possess an innate ability for certain tasks. The catch was an art student I met at DigiPen. Their art department had a certain amount of work that was expected of you before you even started. He showed me some of it, from when he started up till then. I also learned that he hadn’t been one of those people who had been drawing all their lives. He set out to learn a skill, and did.

Some years later I decided if he could do it, I could do it too. I went to my local library and checked out Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain. I went looking for that book specifically because it sounded like what I was looking for, something that assumes it’s a learnable skill and attempts to convey some of the basic skills in question. And I did it. I learned a very basic ability to draw an object I can see accurately enough that you can identify the object in question. I was happy with this result and stopped. I proved that I could.

This project started in much the same manner. I have, however, discovered a key difference. I actually kinda want to keep doing this. I’ve been asking myself why; what makes this different?

I have a lot of different answers in my head, many of which I haven’t sorted through entirely. Things that I feel I have personally gained from the process, the fact that some of you actually like my content, something that still amazes me. It’s a lot of little things, right? The WarFrame guide that helped me refine my skills. These weird rambling posts that get generated when I’m sitting around thinking about stuff, they’re sort of therapeutic in a way. My something new, um, I guess column is the right word? It provides me with a reason to try something different every week. It’s mostly been MMOs this month, but that can only last so long. Then I’ll be forced to branch out even further.

I think about how all these things came to pass and sum total at the end of the month is Blaugust. How did Blaugust happen? Belghast. He’s the instigator. Let’s hear it for him yeah?

This is not to demean anybody else either. All the mentors, participants, and the people just hanging out made this event.

So great work everyone. Thank you for your time, your knowledge, and this opportunity. I will remember it fondly, regardless of where the future takes us.

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