so is this panasasasasasasas again?
Jan. 31st, 2002 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariNothing happened today.
Honestly.
I did nothing today.
Why?
Well, most of the day was spent in thought. I have three comics to do. How the HECK am I gonna do it? I mean Closetspace is in COLOR, wich takesd more time than the AWFW B&W strips. And Polychronicon, well, that's a job and a half. So most of the day was spent churning that bolus through my head.
So I figure out how I'm gonna do it: One panel at a time.
So I begni to work on one of the panels. And no sooner to I make the first pencil strioke, than my father pulls me away for a dissertation. I wait a little while after that's done, and start up again. The moment I scratch that pencil, my mother calls me away to help her put boxes in the attic. I try a third time, and get called downstairs to see a "funny show." So I decide to wait until they go to bed before I start drawing. They can't interrupt if they're asleep.
It's 3AM, and Dad is STILL Downstairs watching movies. If I so much as touch that pencil to paper, he'll call me down for something. Bastard.
I'm beginning to think that my family is probably subconsciously trying to bring me down to their level. I know that sounds paranoid, and disrespectful, but when I think of my family, I think of them as chains on my ankle, and they keep holding onto anything they can to keep me from moving forward. Wether they know they're doing this or not, I don't know. But I'm beginning to think THEY are doing it, and not me. I took...precautions.
And again, I just CAN'T get away from them! I took my keys, and some cash and was gonna go out and get a soda. As SOON as that door opened, my mom knew I was going out, stopped me and asked me to pick up cinnamon rolls for the family. Good news: They paid for it. Bad news: I had to come right back home to drop off the rolls.
It'sw like living with a family of telepaths! They won't leave me any time alone, and when I TRY to get time alone,they catch me at it and make sure I have to come right back! AARRGGHH!! I tried mental blocks, cloaking, shielding, anything to just dissapear from these people, and they KEEP BUGGING ME INCESSANTLY!
Gods, I need move out! ANYONE BASED IN AUSTIN WHO IS READING THIS....HIRE ME!
::huff huff::
IT'S A MADHOUSE! A MADHOUSE!!!!!!
Honestly.
I did nothing today.
Why?
Well, most of the day was spent in thought. I have three comics to do. How the HECK am I gonna do it? I mean Closetspace is in COLOR, wich takesd more time than the AWFW B&W strips. And Polychronicon, well, that's a job and a half. So most of the day was spent churning that bolus through my head.
So I figure out how I'm gonna do it: One panel at a time.
So I begni to work on one of the panels. And no sooner to I make the first pencil strioke, than my father pulls me away for a dissertation. I wait a little while after that's done, and start up again. The moment I scratch that pencil, my mother calls me away to help her put boxes in the attic. I try a third time, and get called downstairs to see a "funny show." So I decide to wait until they go to bed before I start drawing. They can't interrupt if they're asleep.
It's 3AM, and Dad is STILL Downstairs watching movies. If I so much as touch that pencil to paper, he'll call me down for something. Bastard.
I'm beginning to think that my family is probably subconsciously trying to bring me down to their level. I know that sounds paranoid, and disrespectful, but when I think of my family, I think of them as chains on my ankle, and they keep holding onto anything they can to keep me from moving forward. Wether they know they're doing this or not, I don't know. But I'm beginning to think THEY are doing it, and not me. I took...precautions.
And again, I just CAN'T get away from them! I took my keys, and some cash and was gonna go out and get a soda. As SOON as that door opened, my mom knew I was going out, stopped me and asked me to pick up cinnamon rolls for the family. Good news: They paid for it. Bad news: I had to come right back home to drop off the rolls.
It'sw like living with a family of telepaths! They won't leave me any time alone, and when I TRY to get time alone,they catch me at it and make sure I have to come right back! AARRGGHH!! I tried mental blocks, cloaking, shielding, anything to just dissapear from these people, and they KEEP BUGGING ME INCESSANTLY!
Gods, I need move out! ANYONE BASED IN AUSTIN WHO IS READING THIS....HIRE ME!
::huff huff::
IT'S A MADHOUSE! A MADHOUSE!!!!!!
