I am fresh off of a slightly life-changing realization: that I am allowed to be happy, but only I can make myself that way. This realization, coming off of two years of seasonal depression in a state that has five to six months of winter, chronic pain, religious abandonment and several lengths of time where I haven't been able to write, should probably not be as surprising as it was. I also can't really remember the last time I was consistently happy, which should worry me a little more than it does. I've probably smiled more in the past few days than I have in weeks, and the only feeling I have is joy.
I told my parents I wasn't Catholic anymore Saturday, and I have to sing Ash Wednesday mass tomorrow. Irony, you never fail me.
I wrote the first in my fantasy novel that I have in a year, and it felt great. I never realized how much I missed these characters until I walked back into their minds; now I'm going to have a hard time leaving them to go finish the novel that has to be done by May. It's okay, though; this story is my oldest, and it will probably never be finished. There's too much to say and too little time that my wrists allot me every day.
I need voice recognition software like woah. Eventually.
You make wonderful art, Luco. You really, really do. Thank you for taking the extra time and effort to share it with us anonymous people on the internet; I, for one, really appreciate it.
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Date: 2010-02-16 10:47 pm (UTC)I told my parents I wasn't Catholic anymore Saturday, and I have to sing Ash Wednesday mass tomorrow. Irony, you never fail me.
I wrote the first in my fantasy novel that I have in a year, and it felt great. I never realized how much I missed these characters until I walked back into their minds; now I'm going to have a hard time leaving them to go finish the novel that has to be done by May. It's okay, though; this story is my oldest, and it will probably never be finished. There's too much to say and too little time that my wrists allot me every day.
I need voice recognition software like woah. Eventually.
You make wonderful art, Luco. You really, really do. Thank you for taking the extra time and effort to share it with us anonymous people on the internet; I, for one, really appreciate it.