Cliche
OMG I'm struggling with this right now. Struggling in general, but particularly with Xylia.
Really in a slump creatively, and having a hard time finding a positive place. I did a search to see if I could find any nice comments or reviews to fire me up, but instead came up with two comments that talked about how they don't like the story - how it's cliched, and that Xylia is their 'least favorite webcomic'. Me too.
I have to do a page, and it's all I can do to work on it. Or do anything. Depression is a sucky thing, but I already knew that. I try to keep it at bay with cookies, but it isn't working. The quality of the work has been on a steady decline as I become more and more unhappy with the story and lost with direction. I never like what I do, that's a given, but the last seven or eight pages I have HATED. Absolutely hated. Oh well. You know, in the big picture it doesn't matter anyway.
It's funny how this moments always seem to find me at a loss for companionship. I call and email 'friends' to see how they are and no one responds, or they are too busy 'sitting around at home' to even grab a coffee with me. Or I have plans to see another friend that I am looking forward to, but they have to cancel again because someone else needs them. I understand.
Then I have the umbrella knowledge that the father of my children says cruel things about me to my daughter, and what that does to her. Knowing that someone hates you that much is a painful thing that's hard to ignore, but to have it be him...
There was another time when I used to press my palms against his. I loved how much bigger and stronger his hands were and how warm it felt. He would only do that for a moment, and then he would wrap his long fingers between mine and say, "I can't do that, what if you pull away?! I want hang on to you... I don't ever want to let you go."
One person's cliche is another person's past.
~B
Really in a slump creatively, and having a hard time finding a positive place. I did a search to see if I could find any nice comments or reviews to fire me up, but instead came up with two comments that talked about how they don't like the story - how it's cliched, and that Xylia is their 'least favorite webcomic'. Me too.
I have to do a page, and it's all I can do to work on it. Or do anything. Depression is a sucky thing, but I already knew that. I try to keep it at bay with cookies, but it isn't working. The quality of the work has been on a steady decline as I become more and more unhappy with the story and lost with direction. I never like what I do, that's a given, but the last seven or eight pages I have HATED. Absolutely hated. Oh well. You know, in the big picture it doesn't matter anyway.
It's funny how this moments always seem to find me at a loss for companionship. I call and email 'friends' to see how they are and no one responds, or they are too busy 'sitting around at home' to even grab a coffee with me. Or I have plans to see another friend that I am looking forward to, but they have to cancel again because someone else needs them. I understand.
Then I have the umbrella knowledge that the father of my children says cruel things about me to my daughter, and what that does to her. Knowing that someone hates you that much is a painful thing that's hard to ignore, but to have it be him...
There was another time when I used to press my palms against his. I loved how much bigger and stronger his hands were and how warm it felt. He would only do that for a moment, and then he would wrap his long fingers between mine and say, "I can't do that, what if you pull away?! I want hang on to you... I don't ever want to let you go."
One person's cliche is another person's past.
~B