"It honestly feels good to be home."

Shh, not now

Your life really can change in six months. Mine could've moved a little quicker, but I'm on my own timeline now. No rushing, no forcing—just creating at my own pace.

That doesn't mean I'm not a ball of nerves about it. I am. Constantly. I keep wondering if I'm doing this right, if I'm following the steps too closely, or if I'm completely off track. But I promise, I mean no harm. See, I started a universe—The Totally Real Mason Universe—and now it's kind of the only thing I ever talk about.

It wasn't exactly the perfect time to dive headfirst into building an entire creative world. I had just lost my man, my job, and my car. The absolute best time to start something new, right? And then, of course, the world decided to pause.

But maybe that was a good thing. Because if I look back far enough, back before everything got so loud and overwhelming, before the pressure of likes and shares and algorithms, there was a time when I wrote just because I loved it.

And I wasn't writing for an audience of thousands. I was writing for a few die-hard fans on message boards.

If you weren't online in the early 2000s, you missed out on an era. Back when the internet was messy but magical. We weren't worried about going viral—we were just happy if someone left a comment. I spent hours on those forums, refreshing threads and reading long-winded sagas written by people who were just as obsessed as I was. And when I wasn't reading, I was writing. Printing out fanfiction to read in the middle of the night like it was some secret treasure.

I miss that feeling—before the internet turned into a stage where everyone is watching, judging, screenshotting. Back when it was just a bunch of weirdos who loved the same things, creating just because they wanted to.

I won't lie—posting my own work now gives me a different kind of anxiety. Maybe it started when some random guy on Twitter decided to comment on my mustache, of all things. Do you know how humbling it is to log on, minding your business, just to be reminded that someone out there is clocking your facial hair? Traumatizing.

But I'm pushing through it. Because for the first time in a long time, I'm actually finishing things. Scary Hours might be just one episode, but it's the first project I saw through from beginning to end. And that? That's a win.

Now that Welcome to Scary Hours is (finally) exporting, everything else is falling into place just like I planned. A Very Special Presentation drops by the end of the month, and The Traffic Jam has officially commenced.

So yeah, it feels good to be home.

If you've read this far and want to keep up with the chaos, follow me on Twitter, Instagram, and (maybe?) Reddit. I'll be posting updates on filming, editing, and everything in between. I'll even get my Twitch and Discord going soon—just as soon as I pay my Xbox Live bill. Because something tells me we're gonna need one… and fast.

Now, if the damn soundtrack would just finish.

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