Where The Magic Happens...

The mysterious process revealed! Except not at all. This is basically how I start with a comic strip though. Lay around with my sketchbook, think about it, doodle a bit sometimes, mostly fall asleep at some point, wake up, and then scribble out what I've done so far, then hopefully come up with something better.
I really need to start focusing on more writing soon. I get so distracted by completely tedious and uninteresting things all day long, and keep reminding myself (and others) that I really need to hunker down and get some real work done, not just this comic strip. I mean, sure, it's better than doing nothing, but this isn't exactly what I plan on being known for.
I plan on doing graphic novels down the line, and I want to experiment with other things as well. We'll see if I actually make a change and get shit started.

Oh, yeah, did that too...

Not a very eventful day, but such is life. And the beauty of it resides in the cracks.
So, I decided to cut my hair on a whim. I'm pretty ok with that. I just cut it all off sometimes. It works as a temporary distraction/boost of esteem/whatever it is to me. I get antsy and need something new. Generally comes down to needing to cut my hair, rearrange my house, or move far away... and since I can't do the latter two, I go with the cutting my hair.

"No complaints. Ever."

I really have to make sure not to take this job for granted, because it really is pretty amazing. It's not very difficult, pretty much just data-entry type stuff. I can do it from home, which is a huge plus. I hope I can get enough work from this to survive off of. But, for now, it's damned nice.

The Grand Scheme

I was driving to Geneseo, doing a bunch of the thinking that I do when I'm driving, especially on slightly longer trips, like those to Geneseo (about 15 - 20 minutes). I reflected on my day, and things seems huge. Everything seemed so noteworthy. It definitely made everything seem better than it once was, despite the fact that things aren't really all that much different now. We'll see where this all goes.

Proving a Point...

I did enjoy painting the barn though.

Self-Conscious Much?

This usually going on in my head anyway. Just a moment that it really stuck out to me. I ended up leaving the store, called my mom, and asked her where the heck pork chops usually are. She told me to just go to Shurfine, so I did that.

Why am I so damned self-conscious about everything I do?