The Weekend

This weekend needs to be productive. Last weekend I was sidelined by allergies so bad I longed for the sweet release of either death or medicine induced coma. So I’m on the mend and looking to get everything back in order. The week has flown by for me because my day job has actually required me to work. Going from three hours a week to over twenty is a system shock. I’m easily falling back into the blur that is “working a real job everyday.” It’s a different blur from “do nothing everyday,” but equally frustrating and numbing. So now that I am done for the weekend, I have to use the general motivation that comes from a joyless job to as momentum into the weekend to get some fulfilling work done.

Some notes on TF for those few of you keeping up. The plot for all six issues is done. The first draft of issue one is done. I am currently in the middle of issue one proofreading. I am hoping to start working on the revision this weekend and maybe have it done by Monday. Then another proof read. Then punch up the submission packet, print and ship. Really excited to get feedback on it. I know the odds of it getting picked up are remote, but I feel good about the project. If I have to hunt for an artist to co-create I think the project is strong enough that I can do so.

Once TF is in the mail, I have an idea for a short comic that I might work up to submit to 2000AD and I still have quite a few short stories that need my attention so they can be submitted. I need to get busy and stay busy. Especially if I want to hit my goals I have in place for next year.

Now that the heat has officially broken, I think Yoga will have to become a staple of my day again. For the very short time I was doing it before, I was really having amazing results. I don’t think there was any weight-loss or anything, but I felt better. At the end of the day, that’s all that’s important to me. I’m not going to be working out for anyone else. I just want to feel better. To feel better is the goal.

Oh, I saved a grasshopper at the day job yesterday. I told my co-worker that it just seemed to be the right thing to do because “You never know when you might end up being the grasshopper.” Despite the sincerity of my statement, we both had a good laugh over it.

Lastly, you’re going to find I am posting here more. I feel like I need to write something every day. Even if it’s not a story or an article, I need to write out words and put them to the wind. It feels important that I do so, so do it I shall.

Say something... I dare you.