My article that appeared in the Escapist last week completely veered away from what I had intended explore.

I wanted to write an article about the creepiness of creating truly photorealistic computer-generated imagery of people. I interviewed some artists and academics and we had philosophical/quasi-spiritual discussions about the unsettling technological advancements towards creating CGI people that are virtually indistinguishable from flesh and blood human beings.

But I was surprised to find that none of them really shared my concern. In fact, they seemed kind of baffled that I would even feel this way.

I suddenly had to come up with a whole new premise for an article that I had already sold. But I couldn’t figure out a compelling new angle. I bitter and frustrated…and it showed in my first draft.

I’m already pushing the boundaries of professionalism by talking about this. So let’s just say my first draft was complete and utter shit, (almost as if I was begging to be dropped from the assignment) whereas my final draft was relatively coherent once the Escapist editors went over it.

It was my first feature piece for a high-profile magazine and I almost blew it.

In retrospect, my mistake was writing an article that hinged on finding people to agree with my singular point of view (although at the time I didn’t realize how singular it was).

I’m working on some new projects and they’re moving along without incident. (Hopefully I will be able to say the same about all of my future endeavours.)