I’m down to 15 more pages to ink!! except I need to rewrite the next scene completely lol…… I CAN’T WAIT TO FINALLY BE DONE WITH THIS. Having a proper pace is so damaging sometimes cus I’m sure I can come up with a much better story flow if I didn’t have to write a part of the story that I have absolutely no inspiration for. I am all for hard work and overcoming obstacles, but this is the one place where I know I will regret it in the future, because this story is so precious to me and I want for every part of it to be natural and effortless, not calculated and contrived ]:
no spoilers means boring snapshots ;;
Going to cons is pretty bad for my work momentum, which I’ve pretty much completely lost since returning from NYCC and recovering from September. I don’t know if it’s because the pages are tricky to draw (lots of crowd scenes and unfamiliar perspectives) or I just lost my grip of my pencil but so far I’ve been painfully crawling at about a page a day, versus like 3 a day in August LOL… I should reschedule my releases so that page grinding starts after October or when all my cons are over, instead of starting when all my cons happen right now. The only positive thing that’s coming out of this is I get to stop from time to time to look back, and see if I still like where the story is going, before moving on to do permanent damage I guess…
The last few months have been stressful, sometimes physically and sometimes mentally. On top of some family emergencies, there was a convergence of a ton of other events. I’m not used to having to take great care with people, but my situation this year has forced me to, and enough time has passed since my initial crisis for some things to build up and burst while other things require action and change. I handled some of those things poorly and though in the end they could be considered solved for the time being, I can feel what remains of the stress in my need for distraction and lack of focus to create.
It’s fortunate that I don’t need to be writing important parts of my story right now and I could just spend all day churning out planned pages while listening to documentaries and think of nothing. But ever since I’ve finished scripting book 4 in the beginning of this year, I haven’t done any story writing or world building. In the past, I think about–aka daydream–CP whenever I feel like throughout the day, an act of introversion that I enjoy that fulfills my mental needs. The world slowly builds itself and I would have bursts of progress in the form of writing these things down over the year, every few weeks or every few months. I liked that CP grew like that, but I haven’t done anything like that this year because my mind is often with my significant other now. This is probably the best proof that I was pretty much married to my art and my work. It’s not a loss or a bad thing really, it’s just a shift in my life that is a little alarming at first–right now–because I don’t know what this will do to my story yet. Maybe it would become a better story because I have to methodically and efficiently write the story from now on, who knows!
lastly an exit sketch of me carrying the corpses of my blog followers into the horizon