It all boils down to poor fortune combined with (more importantly) poor time management. Wanting to work on the comic is so much fun, but I did say I would continue to post stuff on here. So I started drawing a super hot pinup of a male Sangheili. I've always wanted to draw one. Just about the time I was finished inking, I realized the character is extremely detailed and would take far too long to finish. So- how about something simple? Tony the Tiger is a beefcake. His design isn't especially complicated and I could bang him (out) in a much shorter time.
WRONG SIR. WRONG. Covid. I managed to get this far (as a healthcare worker for the entirety of the pandemic no less), but everyone's luck eventually runs out. Exacerbated by the fact that, over the past 15 years of drawing, there is a very defined spot I arrive at where a piece becomes finished in my heart- and I can't bring myself to stop before that point. While I uselessly thrash about in the water, communicating nothing and, for all intents and purposes, apparently producing nothing, my subscriber base withers away.
Dungeons and dragons, video games, reenactments- these are obstacles in the path to artistic achievements after which I long. Notwithstanding my poor commissioners who are owed art (one for over two years) I plead guilty. Refocus your artistic endeavor, useless cur, or let it fall where it stands- to be taken in by the earth once and for ever.
While putting the finishing touches I glance at my FA account- the last post is over five months old (see the attached image for my reaction). I'm not blowing my top, but I clearly lack discipline. My frustration becomes very tangible disconnection from the fandom. I disappear.
I think I used to be someone.
Nopast
2022-10-21 06:51:39 +0000 UTC