Ryan C. Scott

I have an extremely common name. So I have to use the “C.” to make it so you can find me searching on the Internet. Perhaps the time will come where I’ve bested all of the other Ryan Scotts and they have to change their names to better live in my world. It seems unlikely, however.

Briefly:

I’ve always tried to make a lot of things. Making things is difficult and fraught with emotional complexity as one succeeds and fails over and over and over.

Now into my 40s, I’ve started to understand those elements of my life better, but it doesn’t make it easier really. You’re along for the ride. It’s not unlike The Shining (the book, not the movie); everyone knows the hotel is haunted/a psychic beast, agrees that the kid has telepathy or whatever and then they still can’t stop what’s happening. Jack still tries to kill everyone.

In my finer moments I’m the Wendy, in my weaker moments I’m Danny, but regardless Jack is trying to murder me on behalf of the hotel the entire time.

Yeah that basically sums it up.

The preceding text was a spoiler for The Shining