The past few months have been rough for me. Lots of housing insecurity. The beginning of this week saw me realize that a lot of that... mood... had been baked into the scripts I had been writing for the sci-fi comic I was working on.
When I set to work on a second draft, "This comic is shit!"
So I had a pity party. I think I earned it. I ate strawberries.
Today I got up and decided to draw these characters again and test out some new designs for them I was working on. And, MAYBE, claw back some self confidence in my ideas and abilities.
There's also a possible light at the end of the tunnel as far as housing goes. But I'm not hatching those eggs until the bridges are crossed.
