You are about to read the important shit
I thought I might write a journal.
Maybe catch you guys up on what's going on. On the important things. On why I have no art.
I thought to myself 'you gotta get that old shit off your page. Put up something new that lets people know you're not dead- that lets them know you're still a real human.'
You ever have one of those years where it just feels like time is slipping through your fingers, tainting the wonder of everything you hold dear with the dreaded knowledge that it will end and you'll be back to that day to day nine to five office desk tragedy and its security that, at one point, you would have given anything for, but now you loathe?
To be fair, I don't loathe my job. Far from it. I have a special place in my heart for necessary evils. It's right next to the liver. Maybe the kidney. Maybe the colon, I don't know. What I do loathe is that 40 hours doesn't leave one with a whole lot of time to chase the things they want to chase, just the things they need to chase. What I hate even more is depression that taints what few hours one does have, between coming home and laying comatose in their bed, with a sticky, black lethargy through which all things seem distant and uninteresting.
And that when inspiration actually strikes, it only seems to strike when one can't do anything about it.
I'll post more art eventually. One day, I might even get to something with a cohesive presentation that people can show actual interest in. A comic? A book? I dunno. I'm not making any plans as of now other than to keep my head above water.
Oh, yeah. I'm not dead, in case you hadn't picked that up. Maybe a little melodramatic, but not dead.