I don't know what my problem is lately. I'm so run down and angry. Probebly cause I've been working so much overtime at the porn store. We're severely short handed on people and shit just keeps happening. The store almost caught on fire twice the other day. Apparently we failed a secret shop, etc. etc. Why does it sound like I care? Well, I don't really. but this company is notorious for firing people for minut offenses and I might be without a job when I walk into the door any minute. Man I'll be happy when I never have to go to a day job ever again.
Thats the thing: Will I ever attain that status?
I'd like to think that all my work is for nothing. Its not that I doubt that I will achieve it. But its a matter of how long must I endure the strains of a "normal" life rather than the life I want? I seemed destined to pursue creative endevours. I was talior made for it in a way. Its all I've got really. Its all I care about. Outside of my wife and my cats and immediate family, I have nothing else.
2008. I am getting my ass out there and MAKING the world see me. Its the only way to get it done. I will finish all these projects and get my balls out for the taking. I just want it so bad I can taste it, vomit it up and re-injest it. But I am an impatient person. I must remain patient.
Meanwhile, its completing art stuff, working on this movie thing, working the day job, etc. Not that its the worst life I've ever lead (see many previous bitchy posts).
Anwyay, this weekend is WIZARD WORLD CHICAGO CON. I am going on saturday to blow some money, toss some submision packets out and hang with some good friends. I am soooooooooooooooo anxious to have a day off and to go out and do something fun for once. I'll get so fueled that I will rocket off into 2008 a fresh, rock hard comics-making machine.
Also next week is the wife and I's 4 year wedding anniversary. No plans yet. But we'll come up with something. Hopefully take our minds off all the crap that chuds its way into my synapses. Probebly go to CHILI'S. That would be yum.
Off to draw. Thanks for reading. Back to your lives.
T
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