it crowded against my windowsill
I had an awesome weekend with my friend Kate: we did a lot of tourist things (straight out of my childhood) and went to Boston Pride. There will be photos when she gets back from Ireland and uploads her half. Also, I think I'll be ready to be more social quite soon. Not this week, but soon.
I am so twitchy right now. I've read a lot of great comics lately--I've been buying some Hellboy, and both The Umbrella Academy: Apocalypse Suite and the final volume of Y: The Last Man came out yesterday--and I feel like I'm going to burst with unused inspiration.
Several people have asked me about Anathema in the last week, and I've realized something: it's going to be a long hiatus. It was always too ambitious a project; it needs so much research and background reading, and so much rethinking. It's a story with characters, a vague premise, and . . . an ending. There has never really been a plot. By the time I'm ready to really focus on telling it, it's going to be so different from all those false starts.
There will be other things in the meantime, obviously, as I've talked about before.
*sigh* It's easy to babble about art and all the things I should be doing. (My life is a series of shifting resolutions. Just look at this fucking journal.) I feel awful right now. The last volume of Y: The Last Man almost brought me to tears; I am all emotional under the surface (and clearly don't know how to handle that). I miss her.
Um. Have you guys seen the live lion-cam?
I am so twitchy right now. I've read a lot of great comics lately--I've been buying some Hellboy, and both The Umbrella Academy: Apocalypse Suite and the final volume of Y: The Last Man came out yesterday--and I feel like I'm going to burst with unused inspiration.
Several people have asked me about Anathema in the last week, and I've realized something: it's going to be a long hiatus. It was always too ambitious a project; it needs so much research and background reading, and so much rethinking. It's a story with characters, a vague premise, and . . . an ending. There has never really been a plot. By the time I'm ready to really focus on telling it, it's going to be so different from all those false starts.
There will be other things in the meantime, obviously, as I've talked about before.
*sigh* It's easy to babble about art and all the things I should be doing. (My life is a series of shifting resolutions. Just look at this fucking journal.) I feel awful right now. The last volume of Y: The Last Man almost brought me to tears; I am all emotional under the surface (and clearly don't know how to handle that). I miss her.
Um. Have you guys seen the live lion-cam?