Let's start off with some good news. I received more pages from Kelsea! And of
course they look amazing because Kelsea is very good at what she does. I have already lettered these pages and there
awaiting one last round of editorial inspection to make sure I didn’t slip any
typos. Our Day Jobs and other obligation
have been acting as an anchor, slowing up down on this project, but head way is
being made and like Sophie here, we’re running towards that goal.
I have taken the first five pages and put together a little
preview of the comic for our newsletter subscribers. I plan on sending out the newsletter
tomorrow. If you want to check out the
preview, head over to www.Tal-nor.com and sign up before it’s too late or you
will just have to wait like everyone else to see Kelsea’s amazing art.
While things have been going great on this project,
emotionally things have been less than stellar.
I’ve been feeling over whelming self-doubt and the double whamming of Depression
and Anxiety lately. I’ve been really
questioning if I have what it take in both temperament, work ethic and talent
to make it as a writer. Am I just
fooling myself? Has anything good that I have done been just blind luck? Am I actually
good at anything? These are the
questions that have been running thought my head. I can hear the depression and the anxiety
shouting NO and every negative thing I can come up with.
I’m trying my best to fight through these feelings. Luckily I’m not fighting alone. In fact I’m currently typing this draft in
the waiting room for my therapist. I
don’t even want to imagine how dark things could get if I didn’t have this as
an outlet. If the thoughts and feeling I
have described above sound familiar to you, please look into finding someone to
talk to. It's not a cure all, but it helps. It will take the edge off these feeling and
help you move forward. The movement
might feel like it’s a snail pace, but forward is better than backwards.
May has been whirl wind of shity luck and shity decisions. I have mismanaged my time so much. I can’t help but use myself as punching bag
over it. I should have so much more
done. I also have had to deal with the
stress of not one but two car misshapes.
The first was a pot hole deciding to rip up my tire at 1:30 in the
morning while I was driving home. The
second was someone deciding to open there car door just as I was pulling into a
parking spot. As we all know breaks are
not magic and even a car moving slow can produce a bit of force. Luckily everyone was fine with the exception
of my nerves and bumper. The damage to
one of those things was just cosmetic.
Now I get to field near daily calls for insurance agents asking me to
recount what happened. I think I have
told my tale to three people at the other guys insurance company and at least
five people at my own insurance company.
I also have my yearly review at the old Day Job. I have been there going on 12 years now and
before every review I’m sure I’m the worst employee ever. I feel like now that they are taking the time
to sit down a look at my performance, they will realize that an untrained bonobo
could do a better job than I do and for a lot less money. These feeling inevitable doom have as of yet
been unfounded. But I feel them every
year none the less.
Now it's time to go into the office and work on these
feeling.
I feel a little better.
I still have a lot of work to do on me and my anxiety and my
depression. Every day I put in the work,
and I hope it gets better. Sometimes I
make progress and sometimes I back slide a little, but I guess the point is to
keep trying and keep working at it.
Just like making a comic.
Speaking of comics, my editor posted a little update to the comic book
website. Please give it a read at www.Tal-nor.com
Be well and keep making things
T.
