It’s a grey Sunday morning and I’m drawing pictures! I’m not particularly good at it, but goddamn if it isn’t fun to do something you’re not particularly good at and see yourself get better in real time. Did you notice the metaphor for this update? I put it right at the start, ‘cause with everything else that’s been going on this week I might forget to include it otherwise. I’ve got the next few hours all to myself, and if I keep up the pace I have been (which is to say sporadic + with gusto) I should have this close-to-final draft of the scifairytale wrapped and out to readers by the end of the week!
I went out and bought myself breakfast this week, and for the first time in ever didn’t have to worry about the bill. I’ve got a veritable barrage of boxes of things winging their way to me - not presents so much as replacements and repairs for everything that broke down or fell apart over the last six month sprint before I got into the gym. Once I wrap the storyboard draft I get to go back to writing redbrickroad, and when I’m not doing those I get to go to “work” and be the person I wish I’d met before I blew my back out. The trick, I’m finding, is to make every day look as different as possible to the last. Figure out what it is and where you want it to be, measure the distance between it and you, then get to building bridges or wings or whatever it takes. There’s no such thing as time to waste ‘cause there’s no such thing as time but now. Go!
the whole ‘looking good, man’ thing is becoming so regular as to be a little unsettling.