procrastination
Oct. 22nd, 2002 02:27 pmEach day since Saturday the drawing board has been mutely accusing me. One 'Drowning City' panel. Halfway roughed in. Of a test spread of two pages.
Where has my burning desire to tell this story gone to? Now that I'm on the threshold of doing it, I shy back. Maybe I'm afraid of the immense size of the project - not just one comic of twenty or so pages, but a series of as-yet indeterminate, though finite, length. Assuming I don't abandon it mid-way, this thing will occupy a chunk of my life for the next few years. Even if it becomes a full-time project.
I know that once I begin, I will keep doing it; that once I get over the initial resistance, I'll enjoy it; that there will be the pleasure of seeing completed work piling up. But consciously starting, for me, is often hard. I am not the sort of person a classified ad will describe as a 'self-starter'.
The monster-girl waits for her story to be told. More and more of it develops in my sketchbooks. But slouching around reading beckons; mucking and web browsing are always such an easy way to waste time; chasing my tail at work drains me.
Or, referring to this previous note, maybe I just suck.
Where has my burning desire to tell this story gone to? Now that I'm on the threshold of doing it, I shy back. Maybe I'm afraid of the immense size of the project - not just one comic of twenty or so pages, but a series of as-yet indeterminate, though finite, length. Assuming I don't abandon it mid-way, this thing will occupy a chunk of my life for the next few years. Even if it becomes a full-time project.
I know that once I begin, I will keep doing it; that once I get over the initial resistance, I'll enjoy it; that there will be the pleasure of seeing completed work piling up. But consciously starting, for me, is often hard. I am not the sort of person a classified ad will describe as a 'self-starter'.
The monster-girl waits for her story to be told. More and more of it develops in my sketchbooks. But slouching around reading beckons; mucking and web browsing are always such an easy way to waste time; chasing my tail at work drains me.
Or, referring to this previous note, maybe I just suck.