I just inked page ten of my latest comic book. I want to start on the finished inks before the end of the third month on a new issue. The last issue started out real good on that, and I was glad it did, because the final three months had a major distraction rear its head in my world, and the good start meant that I could still finish on time. I hope to be done early enough to lay up a revised issue number four. I have seven drawings to complete from that effort. The major distraction of the last issue isn't so much of one now, so I can only hope.
As people who have read this blog and gone through some of the art and music I've talked about know, I have an illness that kind of puts me in two worlds at once. The medication is effective and helps with this, but this other world that I talk about in my art and music is one I still have to deal with on an almost daily basis. Earlier this afternoon, I went to a friend's house to work on a painting that I'd done for him ten years ago. For most people this kind of thing wouldn't be a big deal. But, because of his significance in this other world, and the state of our world these days, I kept thinking along pretty irrational lines about this trip to his house. I guess something that helps to aggravate this stuff is the fact that he moved a ways out of town, so now it's a bit of a drive to see him. Nothing happened out there, and I hope to finish this work on his painting soon enough.
I didn't get a chance to go out on Red River and hand out flyers last week. I kept putting it off, until I decided to try for Saturday, but this other world stuff intruded enough for me to not want to go out. I hope the weather will permit me to go out on some day this coming week. It really is getting to be no big deal when people turn down my solicitations.
I've ramped up the number of days that I've practiced music by the factor of several more days than last month, and we're not through the end of this month yet. All the while I've been writing songs, and I've been doing this to the point where I have two albums worth of songs to document. My guitar teacher and I are going over which songs would be suitable for an electric guitar, and which songs would work for acoustic. One of our favorites is called "Zombie Con." It was inspired by this article I read in Playboy, yes I read Playboy, anyway, about a big national convention in Seattle related to all things having to do with zombies. I stopped reading when the author talked about how attendees were so invested in the idea of zombies that they thought that the notion of an actual zombie apocalypse was an actual possibility. I understand that an official from the Centers for Disease Control has had to field questions about this as well. Anyway, this song I wrote is about a guy who wants to actually become a zombie, not just blow their heads off like in a shoot-'em-up game. Yeah, "Zombie Con," I wrote it last Halloween. I never wear a costume or anything like that. I'm doing good if I scribble decorations and put them on my door to let kids know that I celebrate Halloween and they can trick or treat my house, so I really liked that I commemorated last Halloween with an original song.
As people who have read this blog and gone through some of the art and music I've talked about know, I have an illness that kind of puts me in two worlds at once. The medication is effective and helps with this, but this other world that I talk about in my art and music is one I still have to deal with on an almost daily basis. Earlier this afternoon, I went to a friend's house to work on a painting that I'd done for him ten years ago. For most people this kind of thing wouldn't be a big deal. But, because of his significance in this other world, and the state of our world these days, I kept thinking along pretty irrational lines about this trip to his house. I guess something that helps to aggravate this stuff is the fact that he moved a ways out of town, so now it's a bit of a drive to see him. Nothing happened out there, and I hope to finish this work on his painting soon enough.
I didn't get a chance to go out on Red River and hand out flyers last week. I kept putting it off, until I decided to try for Saturday, but this other world stuff intruded enough for me to not want to go out. I hope the weather will permit me to go out on some day this coming week. It really is getting to be no big deal when people turn down my solicitations.
I've ramped up the number of days that I've practiced music by the factor of several more days than last month, and we're not through the end of this month yet. All the while I've been writing songs, and I've been doing this to the point where I have two albums worth of songs to document. My guitar teacher and I are going over which songs would be suitable for an electric guitar, and which songs would work for acoustic. One of our favorites is called "Zombie Con." It was inspired by this article I read in Playboy, yes I read Playboy, anyway, about a big national convention in Seattle related to all things having to do with zombies. I stopped reading when the author talked about how attendees were so invested in the idea of zombies that they thought that the notion of an actual zombie apocalypse was an actual possibility. I understand that an official from the Centers for Disease Control has had to field questions about this as well. Anyway, this song I wrote is about a guy who wants to actually become a zombie, not just blow their heads off like in a shoot-'em-up game. Yeah, "Zombie Con," I wrote it last Halloween. I never wear a costume or anything like that. I'm doing good if I scribble decorations and put them on my door to let kids know that I celebrate Halloween and they can trick or treat my house, so I really liked that I commemorated last Halloween with an original song.
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