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Oct. 22nd, 2021 01:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariBig Thoughts
A few nights ago, I did a private art stream with a friend, just to hang out and chat. Something we talked about was where our passions went and I had a good long talk about that.
I used to do about 100 comics a year. Around 2010, that dropped dramatically, and I always attributed it to growing depression or becoming diabetic, or being too busy at work.
One of those was true.
I used to say that my job fed my stomach, and the comics fed my head. Writing and comics were a passion of mine. And for most of my life, that's how I lived. But about 2010, something changed.
I started working at Nintendo.
Video games are ALSO a passion of mine. And the dangling carrot of being hired on took over. I was an alcoholic working at Anheuser Busch. And I went out of my way to get into the company. 110% on that. Leaving no energy for my other passions. For ten years.
The only real flaw in this thinking is that I've been gone from Nintendo almost two years now and the comics haven't come back up. But that two years were some of the hardest in my life, where I had to put in 200% of my energy to survive at a new job, and then surviving the pandemic, and then surviving the depression.
As things are finally calming down, I'm hoping to re-find my passion. I was reading some old writing I did just before I went to Nintendo and what pieces of Genevieve I have written, and my new stuff is horrid.
I need to restablish the seperation between work and passion again. And I think that's where my creative output will come back.
I hope.
A few nights ago, I did a private art stream with a friend, just to hang out and chat. Something we talked about was where our passions went and I had a good long talk about that.
I used to do about 100 comics a year. Around 2010, that dropped dramatically, and I always attributed it to growing depression or becoming diabetic, or being too busy at work.
One of those was true.
I used to say that my job fed my stomach, and the comics fed my head. Writing and comics were a passion of mine. And for most of my life, that's how I lived. But about 2010, something changed.
I started working at Nintendo.
Video games are ALSO a passion of mine. And the dangling carrot of being hired on took over. I was an alcoholic working at Anheuser Busch. And I went out of my way to get into the company. 110% on that. Leaving no energy for my other passions. For ten years.
The only real flaw in this thinking is that I've been gone from Nintendo almost two years now and the comics haven't come back up. But that two years were some of the hardest in my life, where I had to put in 200% of my energy to survive at a new job, and then surviving the pandemic, and then surviving the depression.
As things are finally calming down, I'm hoping to re-find my passion. I was reading some old writing I did just before I went to Nintendo and what pieces of Genevieve I have written, and my new stuff is horrid.
I need to restablish the seperation between work and passion again. And I think that's where my creative output will come back.
I hope.
