Walkings (unrendered) wrote,
Walkings
unrendered

dreaming, walking, drawing....

Huge stints of drawing are always exhausting and yet feel good at the same time.

I am going away for a week and a half, and so I've been drawing from the moment I get up until the moment I go to bed for the last two weeks. My back is sore, my hands are sore, my fingertips from holding a brush/pen/stylus are sore. Days passed with things like a morning self-reminder "don't forget to call so-and-so today" and then suddenly it was midnight. Dreamy days, filled with ink and audiobooks.

I'm essentially working two full-time jobs right now to start with, both Little Dee and my new comic (which you should check out if you haven't) Spacetrawler, not to mention babysitting 3 times a week, PLUS trying to more-than-just-maintain my relationship with Beth.

So, I had to get a week-and-a-half ahead, on top of all that. And I did. And it'll be worth it. A short trip this weekend with Beth, walking in the drizzle and finger food and nuzzling. And then down south for a week visiting a dear old friend from high school (and his wife!), who I haven't seen since their wedding. The company, adventure, and sun will do me a world of good. I've missed it.

And dear god, don't take this complaining the wrong way, I wouldn't give this work up for anything. I work ridiculous hours for almost no pay. But I love creating. Ever since elementary school, I've felt that. Love it. Roll around in it like a dog in poo.

Good poo.
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