Everyone who works for a living when they should be doing something else has this problem, but some days it’s worse than others: everything takes too dang long!
I’ve been working on my new comic idea for just under three weeks already, and really in an ideal world I’d at least have a ready-to-show-the-world website by now. I’ve got the major character designs pretty much worked out, I’ve got three pages of plot hooks and a lot of background notes … I want to show the world! If I could have three weeks to do nothing but draw, I’d have the first issue done by now. But since I’m spending 8-10 hours per day being unproductive*, I’m grinding along at what feels like a snail’s pace. While sitting in my cubicle poking away on ColdFusion projects, I can’t actually create anything, all I can do is think about it.
For that matter, if I could have three weeks to do nothing but put books together, Childproof the Unicorns, Attack of the War-Cats, and No Predation Allowed would all be at the printer or even — gasp! — up for sale and possibly even making me some money by now.
Unfortunately, I live in an area of the country where living comfortably on a single income is not really feasible, and I know from bitter experience that living un-comfortably kills my productivity just as fast as working does. The obvious answer to this is “move somewhere else,” and that’s on the agenda, but I have obligations here that must be attended to before I can seriously work towards that. I’ll miss the area when I go, but really it’s not the area as it is now: it’s the area as it was when I was a kid that I’ll miss, and that’s been gone for years anyway so I miss it already.
Ah well! Just gotta keep plugging away at it, I suppose.
*By which I mean, being productive at my day job instead of being productive on my real work.
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