I want to work harder than I’m able to.
This week I was recovering from Ad Adstra. Monday was a wash. Tuesday and Wednesday I knuckled down and pushed out a week of strips, but by Thursday I was burnt out again. Friday I hosted a party for friends.
Saturday morning arrived and I’d done a week of comics, but made exactly NO progress on the next Schlock book. I HAVE to finish it by the end of this month, and losing an entire week at the beginning of the month was a very depressing thought.
I dragged myself out of bed, and dug into the existing pages. The next two pages of bonus story then flowed like water (well… like urine from a drunk if you must know — they HAD to come out, and they poured forth very freely. Oh, and there was a toilet involved.)
I packed my stuff up and headed to Dragons Keep to pencil and ink.
Six hours later I had the pencilling and inking done. Not only that, but the linking material, conclusion, and splash panel for the last two pages of the story had leapt unbidden to mind. I have a plan in which I knock those two pages down on Monday and Tuesday of next week.
This morning I saw only a month’s worth of no progress, and doom for April.
Now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and I feel pretty good about it not being a train.
It feels good to work hard.