17 June 2005

Fey: "Meddlesome Spirits" Page 5

There it is.

Some days, I wonder why I bother. I look at what I've drawn, or what I'm trying to draw, and think, "What crap!" Other days, I feel pretty good, and think, "Hey, I kind of like that!" (Though I still wonder if anyone else will actually read it, and if they read it, if they'll see what I thought I was making, and not something else entirely.) Lately, I've been thinking more along the lines of "What crap," but that could just be because it's the middle of June and still cool and rainy (except when I want to go for a long walk--then it seems to be too frickin' hot).

Oh, and I'm not looking for sympathy, or praise, or any of that. I'm just babbling. And making making excuses. Or something.

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