Tired. In moments of boredom and desperation I volunteer for anything that might get me out of the house, make me feel like I belong somewhere, and by the time I come around to my senses it's too late to back out without letting people down who are counting on me. I just need to learn to say no to some of these things.
The comic book is coming along nicely. The artist is excited about the project, and when he's excited he works faster, which hopefully means we can send it out and (fingers crossed) get it published. I'm trying not to let my excitement get the best of me, though. I know how this show plays out. After all this hard work, something is going to go wrong at the last minute with the art or story or maybe companies will look at all our hardwork and only see someone who can't write. I have to believe that one day I'll get something published, but the depessing thoughts push in all the time.
The comic book is coming along nicely. The artist is excited about the project, and when he's excited he works faster, which hopefully means we can send it out and (fingers crossed) get it published. I'm trying not to let my excitement get the best of me, though. I know how this show plays out. After all this hard work, something is going to go wrong at the last minute with the art or story or maybe companies will look at all our hardwork and only see someone who can't write. I have to believe that one day I'll get something published, but the depessing thoughts push in all the time.