I already don't know what to do with myself. 0.o
I mean, I've got projects that want finishing, and there's all that "playing LotRO" and other recreational-type stuff I've been lamenting about my lack of doing. And NeverNever seriously needs some attention. But none of those really have me fired up; they'll keep me busy for a while, but they're basically filler.
SJ has until now given my life a vector to follow, albeit one that has occasionally had some significant costs in other facets. (I know, that's a really awkward sentence, but I couldn't come up with a better way to express the idea.) Everything has been measured by its impact on the strip: "That might be a great source of ideas for SJ!" "I can't stay, I gotta go home and draw." "We need a house with a big enough room for the drawing table."
Now, or at least, once I finish these last two pages, that framework won't be there. For the first time in ten years, "work on SJ" won't be my default activity for the evening. In fact, at least for now, I won't have a default activity for the evening, and I'm already feeling the associated twitchiness.
I wonder if this is what it's like for the newly-retired?
I know it won't stay like this; it's just not in my nature to drift for any length of time. At some point, one of the various projects that I've been wanting to do will grab ahold of my brain the way SJ did and I'll become just as single-minded about it; but until that happens, I'm going to be un-moored and generally floating around like a ghost in my own life. I am what I do ... so who am I when I'm not doing anything?