I'm debating whether or not to sleep this morning. I have to run an errand at 1 PM. I would like to sleep so that I can work tomorrow night on the book. I only have nine pages to finish.
I think that the quality of drawings is pretty high. I redrew only three pages. I try to catch those pages in the pencils stage, but two of them I didn't catch until the inks stage, with one page being finished before I redrew it. It wasn't a bad drawing. The drawing just didn't tell the story that I wanted it to tell.
I talked to my sister last night about the bad deal I got with women. I said that I had to quit drinking etc. to even have the ability to get a look at it. I told her that it was like tracing a river back to its source. I've figured that the issue of love interests is as far back as I can go. I figure that I can stop the dysfunction at the love interest stage and go from there. I don't care much about meeting anyone right now. If I can just shut off the bad-love-interest faucet I might be in pretty good shape.
This book that I'm about to finish takes up the point where I first learned how to go about doing that. I credit this episode and my conduct throughout for the reason that my eventual hospitalization and treatment for mental illness in 1992 was entirely voluntary. The way I related to this one particular bad love interest in 1992 imposed enough self-control over how I behaved that I could get my two art degrees and be working a full-time job at the factory before I finally succumbed to my demons once and for all.
Succumb I did. My chickens came home to roost in a big way in the summer of 1992. All through the ordeal, I was not arrested or ordered to undergo involuntary hospitalization by a judge or any such thing.
I've got three issues of "Richy Vegas Comics: The Consequences of Bringing Light," to complete before I can even get to what looks like a seven or eight or even nine-parter, "The Legend of Richy Vegas." This will be the second issue that I've been able to complete in six months. I hope that I can keep that kind of pace up. Life has a way of happening, though. These last two issues have had the major distraction of bad love interests that I've had to wade through. As far as long term distractions, maybe an out- and-out crisis like an illness or a lawsuit or some such can compete with what I had to go through to ditch these last two lemons.
I think that the quality of drawings is pretty high. I redrew only three pages. I try to catch those pages in the pencils stage, but two of them I didn't catch until the inks stage, with one page being finished before I redrew it. It wasn't a bad drawing. The drawing just didn't tell the story that I wanted it to tell.
I talked to my sister last night about the bad deal I got with women. I said that I had to quit drinking etc. to even have the ability to get a look at it. I told her that it was like tracing a river back to its source. I've figured that the issue of love interests is as far back as I can go. I figure that I can stop the dysfunction at the love interest stage and go from there. I don't care much about meeting anyone right now. If I can just shut off the bad-love-interest faucet I might be in pretty good shape.
This book that I'm about to finish takes up the point where I first learned how to go about doing that. I credit this episode and my conduct throughout for the reason that my eventual hospitalization and treatment for mental illness in 1992 was entirely voluntary. The way I related to this one particular bad love interest in 1992 imposed enough self-control over how I behaved that I could get my two art degrees and be working a full-time job at the factory before I finally succumbed to my demons once and for all.
Succumb I did. My chickens came home to roost in a big way in the summer of 1992. All through the ordeal, I was not arrested or ordered to undergo involuntary hospitalization by a judge or any such thing.
I've got three issues of "Richy Vegas Comics: The Consequences of Bringing Light," to complete before I can even get to what looks like a seven or eight or even nine-parter, "The Legend of Richy Vegas." This will be the second issue that I've been able to complete in six months. I hope that I can keep that kind of pace up. Life has a way of happening, though. These last two issues have had the major distraction of bad love interests that I've had to wade through. As far as long term distractions, maybe an out- and-out crisis like an illness or a lawsuit or some such can compete with what I had to go through to ditch these last two lemons.
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