I feel so lazy right now, borderline tired. I was gonna nap, but I don’t want to do anything to eff up the new sleep schedule that I am carefully crafting. In defiance of sleep and good sense, I came here to scribble down mundane thoughts before continuing to drawing, which is next.
I wonder if I should go to school this spring semester. I already know I won’t. I’ve got enough on my plate and it’s not necessary to have school done tomorrow. It’s a 4-5 year journey, why rush? Is finishing a semester or two earlier worth the stress? I’m inclined to say no, which is why I’ll focus on establishing myself at the new job and getting some cute art works up and out.
So yeah, I am doing art and I’m doing alright with it. Just pencils but hours and hours of pencils. Pencils have always been my favorite, something about the dramatics of black and white and the simplicity of the medium. Most of what has accumulated and saucy cartoons and a couple of portraits. Eventually I’ll share through here and, after that, eventually everywhere else.
I feel guilty for not focusing on book stuff. Why feel guilty? Damned if I know. Frankly, I’m glad to be arting. I get me some anxious feelings in regards to the auxiliary aspects of art, years of conditioning myself to worry and fret are backfiring now. Update website, advertise, work on the book, schmooze, I want to do it all and I can’t do it all fast enough. Which is bollocks. Which is also why I have such a love hate relationship with my craft. I’ve gotten too caught up in the nitty-gritty I’ve inadvertently overwhelmed myself.
I’ll go out on a limb here and posit that if I just keep with it, the rest will accumulate. Like dieting or exercise or finances, it’s a lifestyle change; results don’t happen overnight and don’t show the next day. Patience and persistence.