Well, the novel is finally fucking finished. I will be spending the next few months on edits and re-edits, but
in the meantime, I will also be researching novel #2 and working on a webcomic.
I haven't been around much because I found myself in a pit of depression that I had no means to pull
myself out of. I still don't know what started it, but I am doing eveything that I can to keep it from
happening again.
So. In an IHOP, drinking black coffee and listening to Thriller. Like a fucking BOSS.
I learned a lesson about enthusiasm: it requires a plan to follow. That I have- well, I am working on the
plan. I just need to stick to it. First step is organization.
I posted earlier about the first step of my depression. When I feel myself going to a place that dark, I
can usually harness much of that for fuel and write my ass off. The problem, is that immediately after a
period of unabated creative productivity, I find myself wallowing in a pool of emotional filth. A well of pain
so deep that I would wish that I was numb. Just a non-stop cycle of zero self control followed by self-
pity, then disgust, then shame, then loathing, etcetera, etcetera, ad nausem, forever.
And the drinking. Good gods, the drinking...
I don't know what pulled me out this time, maybe I was finzally sick of a lack of control of my life. I don't
know, and it doesn't matter. I'm back, and I'm strong, and I'm finally going to be what I say.
With a bit more swagger, and a little less booze.
