|I miss the summer all ready.|
|I <3 ROBOTS|
When bored and brilliant Cassie Watson found herself wanting a boyfriend she did what any person with an IQ of 196 would do … she built one.
I officially hate production work. I'm just not very good at it. I can bake the pie but apparently I can’t set the table. Still, I am trying. “THE LOST BOOK PROJECT” is done. I just need someone else to come along and fix my fixes. I hope to get it out in print very soon. I NEED to get that book out to the printers soon. And then never think about it again. (Must. Not. Change. Anything. Else.) SHADE OF GREY is also done. I’ll add a few more extras before finally creating the final and then (hopefully) I will be able to send that off as well (fingers crossed).
Needless to say, my head is kind of spinning. I’ve let a lot of pages collect. Too many and it’s time to clean house.
I feel worn out. Confused. Irritated. Just a bit. I need to get five/six graphic novels I’ve worked on over the past few years out and printed. Then what? More of the same? That would seem rather foolish. If something doesn’t work, doesn’t appeal to people, does it really make sense to do even more? I mean, if no one eats your mashed potatoes you don’t run back into the kitchen to make more. You make something else. Or you stop cooking. So what’s next? I do not know. Not yet.
need to finish what I started. Not out of any giant desire to finish some grand opus, more so because to NOT finish would somehow seem to invalidate my entire life up until this point. 700 – 800 or so pages laying around is cool if you’re an artist publishing … it’s nuts if you’re not. Every race has to have a finish line. I’m just not sure where mine is. Is it still somewhere up ahead? Or have I already passed it a long, long time ago.
I want to be excited. To feel like I did when I was ten. (Doesn’t everyone?)