It was not the weekend I wanted. I was stressed out, tired, and basically unproductive the whole time. I had HOPED to be able to script, ink, and color three weeks of The Greatest Science Fiction Comic on the Web, but that kind of quality takes more “soul” than I had in me — at least in those quantities.
I’ll reiterate from an earlier Journal entry: Schlocktoberfest 2004 is going to be dark, and it’s only the beginning of Book IV, which is ALSO going to be dark. Writing this stuff is hard work, and getting it FUNNY is especially painful. It’s easy to write depressing things — just check any teenager’s Live Journal — but writing dark drama with cheery punchlines… THAT’s a real chore. It’s like schizophrenia.
I’m not complaining. I’m not even making excuses. After all, the buffer still stands at 32, and although it’s going to erode quickly with all my upcoming travel, that’s what it’s there for — you’ll get your Schlock fix, right on time.
Okay, maybe I AM complaining. The weekend is gone, and I don’t feel like I’ve got much to show for it. *sigh*