WITH CREATIVITY. IT'S LIKE WHUTTTT. I'm alll over the place man, it's NUTSSS. I sculpted, I wroteee, I drewww, I painted. WHAT IS GOING ONNNN? SO WEIRD. I AM ATTEMPTING A COMIC. AND I AM TRYING TO HONE MY STORYTELLING ABILITIES. AHHH. Even though I only have two panels done, because I keep project-hopping. But it's all related to the comic, so I guess that's okay. This is my second attempt at this comic nonsense. I started lasted week and the panels sucked so I started again and I think it's turning out better. My goal is at least two pages. At least. But I am Procrastination Queen, from the land of Noworkethica, where we are oft possessed by FLIGHTS OF FANCY and OTHER SUCH BULLSHIT. This coffee is not helping.
THIS IS WHAT I'M DOING. ALL AT THE SAME TIME:
-writing character bios
-and getting down character designs/personalities with that.
-doing a size comparison sheet
-doing character sheets
-actually drawing the comic
AND BEFORE THAT
-painting some neon slut lady
-NOT FINISHING THE SCULPTURE I STARTED. SHIT. I'm sorry, but texturing that bark is a bitch and a half.
When I look at that list, it just seems sooo much less ridiculous than the workshop I have created on my bed. But I love it. This is what I love for. I am riding the wings of melancholy inspiration, and it's sooo goood. And I am fucking slamming this coffee. I have never loved coffee like I am loving this right now. The horrible stomach pains I will surely get will ruin it in an hour, but this is delicious. So delicious. Ahhh I hope this good mood lasts til the weekenddddd.
I should probably shut the fuck up and get back to my tasks, but I thought that maybe the world would appreciate a not horrible sorrowful journal <3