Last year,felt like the first good year in a while. I moved across the country to my hometown, reconnected with some very dear people, and secured a satisfying and challenging job. It also came with exciting news: I no longer have, and perhaps never did, have RA, which spells good things for my artistic career (and student loans). Though I do still prefer painting with my mind and my words than with a pencil and brush,
So this year has a lot to live up to, and so far it has been wonderful. I secured a new laptop, a 2 in 1 with 16 gigs of ram and a modern processor, for precisely how much I had saved up. My productivity is through the roof, now that my aging wacom box upstairs has about 1.0 megs of space free. That’s with a 1 terabyte xhd. I’m using Creative Cloud again, and writing regularly on a comfortable keyboard.
My recent projects have changed from the last few months. My goal for the year is to complete one draft of Trigger Warning, possibly the only book I ever want to write. I make no secret of the plain and simple fact I have Panic Disorder, but have grown through it like a sapling through a canopy above, and picked up some nifty superpowers along the way. I still want to begin a Patreon for creating content, and for that I have a new mic, a nifty Samson collapsible for narrating videos and releasing podcasts. Gnovella is on hold, but in Q2 I plan to do a weekly series on local publisher Alterna Comics by purchasing a first issue pack.
I currently have a raffle going for four free commissions, which is ongoing on facebook, twitter, and instagram. This one ends April 15, and this time the special prize is icons– everyone who buys a ticket gets a free sticker-style icon.
In less optimistic news, I’m afraid my foreign language skills have dropped to the point I no longer feel confident enough to speak. My vocabulary has retracted, and a strong whiff of stage fright and embarrassment curbs my confidence. Sadly it’s got a lot of baggage to it, and always has. Before I really got into art, I had studied language and anthropology. Certain events twisted my love of language into a hatred for misunderstandings. I still can transliterate french, and once in a while I’ll drop into a language learner program for japanese… but unless it’s for someone else, like for a job, I don’t want to… I just don’t want to.
I’ll start quarter 2 with a little mystery: I’ve found the next career move for me. It pulls to me like the moon on the tides. I’ve fallen in love with a certain book, about an Andy Warhol-obsessed teen artist looking forward to the big move to art school away from personal hurricanes. Reminds me of myself. I’m an archer taking the longest shot of her life, but all I want to do is keep my aim true.