this is a genuine question not at all meant as a rude gotcha, but I feel like I've seen lots of people cite the relatively low barrier of entry as a huge advantage of podcasts as a medium, "if you have access to decent audio tech you can make a podcast" etc etc. So where does the need to sell a script come in? Is it a financial thing, and IP thing, something else?
this doesn't read like a rude gotcha at all, it's a really good question! there is a much lower barrier to entry when it comes to podcasts compared to tv, film, theater, etc. (though not as low as writing a book if we're talking about hard resources - you can technically write a book with just a laptop and a dream and then self publish! though as a writer who has written a lot of scripts and four books (3 published) writing a book is a much bigger psychological burden imo lol).
the need to sell a script, for me, is entirely a financial thing. if I had the money to produce podcasts at the level I want to entirely independently, I would! I know how to do it! but, unfortunately, I really only have the funds to produce something like @breakerwhiskey - a single narrator daily podcast that I make entirely on my own.
and that show is actually a great example of just how low the barrier is: I actually record the whole thing on a CB radio I got off of ebay for 30 bucks, my editing software is $50/month (I do a lot of editing, so this is an expense that isn't just for that show) and there are no hosting costs for it. the only thing it truly costs me is time and effort.
not every show I want to make is single narrator. a lot of the shows I've made involve large casts, full sound design, other writers, studio recording, scoring, and sometimes full cast albums (my first show, The Bright Sessions had all of those). I've worked on shows that have had budgets of 100 dollars and worked on shows that cost nearly half a million dollars. if anyone is curious about the nitty gritty of budgets, I made a huge amount of public, free resources about making audio drama earlier this year that has example budgets in these ranges!
back in the beginning of my career, I asked actors to work for free or sound designers to work for a tiny fee, because I was doing it all for free and we were all starting out. I don't like doing that anymore. so even if I'm making a show with only a few actors and a single sound designer...well, if you want an experienced sound designer and to pay everyone fairly (which I do!), it's going to cost you at least a few thousand dollars. when you're already writing something for free, it can be hard to justify spending that kind of money. I've sound designed in the past - and will be doing so again in the near future for another indie show of mine - but I'm not very good at it. that's usually the biggest expense that I want to have covered by an outside budget.
but if I'm being really honest, I want to be paid to write! while I do a lot of things - direct, produce, act, consult, etc. - writing is my main love and I want it to be the majority of my income. I'm really fortunate to be a full-time creative and I still do a lot of work independently for no money, but when I have a show that would be too expensive to produce on my own, ideally I want someone else footing the bill and paying me to write the scripts.
I love that audio fiction has the low barrier to entry it does, because I think hobbyists are incredible - it is a beautiful and generous thing to provide your labor freely to something creative and then share it with the world - but the barrier to being a professional audio drama writer is certainly higher. I'm very lucky to already be there, but, as every creative will tell you, even after you've had several successes and established yourself in the field, it can still be hard to make a living!
anyway, I hope this answers your question! I love talking about this stuff, so if anyone else is curious about this kind of thing, please ask away.
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When Jason started letting the family back into his life—if barely at all—He never imagined old feelings would come bubbling back up to the surface for a certain someone.
That it was a nuisance was the least to say about it, specially since he constantly had to put a lid on those emotions to get through a particularly difficult mission paired with Nightwing. A mission which is demanding, which requires them to be most at sync with each other than they ever have been. One that keeps them up nights at a time, exposes sides of them to one another that each is afraid to let the other see. One that grants them tender moments both are reluctant to let go of.
It’s at one of those nights that they end up at a secluded niche all to themselves, running high on a little more than adrenalin and emotions long suppressed, that they dare to let go, even if it doesn’t really mean anything.
It was a mistake. Jason knew it was a mistake, and there's a sumly price to be paid for mistakes like this later. Nevertheless, it was a price that, in this very moment, he thought worth paying.
But if he could help it, then he would do anything to lessen the cost.
He drew apart, ragged breathing coming out in titters between them. He held Dick's night-blue eyes, hazy and unfocused with lust as was his own. "This doesn't mean anything." Jason panted.
Dick swallowed visibly, grabbing onto Jason's hair and hastely sealing the distance between their lips once again. "It doesn't mean anything." he repeated.
Right.
That's everything Jason wanted to hear.
Then why did he already feel this weight on his chest dragging him down?
--*--
He let the railing shoulder the brunt of his weight as he lit the cigarette wedged between his lips and took a long drag. There really wasn't much of Gotham to see from his balcony; just the gore and the grime, and everything the more 'sophisticated' scrunched their noses at and turned their backs on; the bad seeds they had sown and left to fester in somebody else's yard.
He scoffed to himself and shook his head, letting his view engulf in the smoke from his lungs. He had funny thoughts sometimes, like how this surely beat the view of his former room at the Manor. It was easy to see why Bruce and everybody else failed to understand his ways. How could he expect them to, when everyday they opened their eyes to a view of lush green grass and blossoming flowers for as far as the eye could see, and Jason had lived in this sludge for as long as he remembered?
Quickly the smoke dissipated, and he had years of training to thank for not yelping at the sight of Dick materializing next to him out of thin air. He did, however, take a moment to adjust, and only then did he notice Dick's penetrating blue eyes trained on his cigarette with pursed lips.
Right. So the sex was nice, but now it's time for all my judgments to go back into play, is that it? That was the deal, always.
Jason wanted to roll his eyes, but how could he deny how only a moment ago he himself had almost shrunk back in embarrassment and tried to somehow erase any evidence of him so much as holding a cigarette between his fingers? He knew it was only an old reflex, but was it not a reflex born out of caring about what Dick thought of him after all?
This was stupid. He was stupid. This whole ordeal, these damn twisted feelings were all fucking stupid, and he was a fool for—
Dick reached toward him, and Jason could do nothing but watch in dumb-struck awe as he stole the cigarette right from between his fingers and took a long drag.
With a glance, Dick grinned at him grimly. "You look surprised,"
Jason was in no mood to attempt denying. "Can you blame me for not believing the Golden Boy was ever capable of such heinous malfeasance?"
Dick only smiled, so unlike those sunny smiles that he shone on everyone else, and let his gaze fall somewhere in the distance, not so shy of the sight he saw. "Seems to me you don't know me half as much as you think you do, Jay."
Jason frowned and looked away, folding in on himself and leaning back onto the railing. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" he grumbled halfheartedly. He didn't appreciate the meaning behind Dick's words, so often because he didn't let on just how much he could see about a person, and it made Jason feel like an open book before his perceptive eyes.
It made Jason feel scared. To be seen so openly by Dick--He couldn't afford that.
Jason felt a hand brush the hair at his temples, and his eyes snapped to Dick's, looking back at him so tenderly. It was doing things to him. Dangerous things.
There was something in the heat of his gaze, and Jason was sure Dick himself had felt it, too.
"Dick..." he whispered lowly. It was taking all he had in him not to turn into Dick's touch, which was why he dared not speak louder for the fear of his voice breaking, revealing just how much of a charlatan he was. "It wasn't supposed to mean anything, remember?"
Dick's face contorted for a moment so brief Jason must have hallucinated it, and his hand fell away. his eyes fell down between them, "What if I lied?"
He could not have heard that right. "What?"
Dick's shoulders tensed, the muscles in his neck going taut. "What if I lied?" he repeated louder this time, "what if It did mean something to me?"
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how and why is there discourse about whether or not certain queer identities exist/if people should be allowed(???) to use them. why is "people know their own identity better than you ever could, and they're the only one who get a say on what they are" such a tough concept to grasp
i think if you find yourself offended by the label someone uses (especially if they're a stranger) or think it invalidates your own, it's a good idea to look inside yourself and question why that may be. more often than not, it's a result of insecurity or uncertainty of your own identity (or many other things, but i won't make a whole list here). whatever reason it is, until you resolve it, you shouldn't take it out on people for having an identity you don't understand
many have said it before but it's worth saying over and over. infighting only helps our oppressors. conservatives don't care if you're a cis gay or a xenogender aegosexual aplatonic lesbian, they hate all of us either way. trying to fit in by going for people who are easier targets for them isn't gonna help you, it'll just alienate you from your own community, and you're never gonna please them. the momentary rush you get from hearing you're not like "one of /those/ gay people" is not worth it and is gonna do more harm in the long run, i assure you
also, it is important to me to say this, but having some less than nice kneejerk reaction caused by confusion about an identity you don't understand doesn't mean you're a bad person or anything. as long as you aren't mean to that person, and you take a second to think smth along the lines of "wait a minute, this isn't any of my business" after having said reaction, you're good 👍 a lot of reflexive reactions we have to things are ingrained into us simply by. well. living in a society 🤡 and you're not terrible for having those thoughts. it's your actions that matter, and your second thought (the "wait, why did i just think that?") is more defining of your actual character and morals than your reflex. i know that having thoughts like this, even tho they're unwanted, can very easily make one spiral, so it's important to me that whoever needs to hear this knows this doesn't make you a bad person 🙏 you're good, keep taking actions to be good, accept other people even if you don't understand them, and you're on the right track :)
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