I hope everyone's been doing fine. It's been a rough year so far, as I've faced more setbacks than successes. I've been subsisting for quite some time on a diet of crow with a good measure of humble pie for desert. Nonetheless, I'm persevering. I'm pushing myself further than I ever have. I've been drawing relgiously and I've been getting out more. I'm starting an exercise regimen tomorrow which has long been overdue.
The best way to describe my mood is one of almost constant sadness. Morale's been down for a long time. I think, from time to time, of killing myself. Someone even challenged me to do so a few months ago, calling me an "e-whiner" and "incompetent". I have no plans of going anywhere, at least for a while. My stories and my family and friends keep me on this earth. I often wonder if anything I draw actually means anything in the long run. But I can't help but draw and create.
Ultimately, my success depends on me. I've got to work my way out of this. However, I've been looking for a sign of some sort. I'm not sure what it is. Something to tell me I'm on the right track, that I mean something. Still, those boobs are not going to draw themselves, are they?
Thank you all for the support you've given me, your readership, your comments, and your art. It means so much to me.
Take care you crazy cats.