Today has been tiring.
I know that I should be working on so many things right now, but honestly I just can't find the energy. I keep starting so many projects that I just get crushed under the overwhelming crippling weight of it all and can't even move.
But people are depending on me, and I have to give them what they want.
I'm such a doormat about my art. Because, jeez, I can't help but be flattered by it, by the fact that someone actually wants me to DRAW s**t for them. I was always like this, even as a little kid. Sometimes I'm scared that I didn't even start drawing because I wanted to, but because I just wanted my mom to put something of mine on the refrigerator. I can't even remember whether she ever did or not. It was just a way to get attention.
I am starting on the coloring of umbrella girl, and the digital lineart of the steampunk couple that Lance asked me for. It is one of the few things that I am actually looking forward to.
I was reading the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen today, and it left me uncertain of my feelings on the series. I quite liked volume one, but volume two just...huh. Dr. Jekyll was gay, which I thought was an interesting premise. The Victorian era was one of enormous hypocrisy when it came to sexuality. They were so uptight and moralizing about it on the outside that when it came about in smutty dime novels it just got damn weird.
I got my scores back--finally--and they were superb. I'm very pleased with myself right now.
