Sunday, November 23, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
This is one of the first stories that I came up with for my book about Turkmenistan. It's also one of my favorites, and sadly it's also one of the first that I decided had to be cut. It just didn't fit in with the rest. Where the other stories were realistic and down to earth this one is more like a fable. It seemed out of place.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
I can only do one thing at a time. I am a monotasker. So when it comes to working on a graphic novel like I am now, I hide myself away. I want peace and quiet with no distractions. I'm in town of less than 1000 people. It's beautiful, I can't even see a house from out my window and I enjoy it. But there are moments when I can't help but feel the distance between me and the people I love. I used to imagine a future time when all my friends and family would be close by and we'd see each other all the time, but it's just never going to be that way. This isn't just because of my seclusion but also because people are spread out all across the country and halfway around the world. I go months and years without seeing my friends and I just hope that the bonds are strong enough to last.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Procrastination is an odd thing. I'll have some drawing that I want to do, but I'll find a million little things to do before I get down to it. I'll keep putting it off and telling myself that when I do sit down I'll really work hard and make up for all this time I've been wasting. But I keep finding distractions and reasons to delay.
But then I finally sit down and start drawing and I remember that I love drawing, so why was I making so many excuses not to?
It isn't just with drawing. There are friends who I have gone far too long without speaking to, but I'll find some reason not to call or not to write. I tell myself I'll do it later. But why?
I like talking to my friends. I can understand putting off things that I don't like, but why do I put off things I enjoy?
It's an odd thing.