Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Uncle Arthur!

For the last week or so I have been reminded of something my grandmother used to say.


Actually, technically, what my grandmother would usually say was, "Fu-cryin' out loud."

But she was fooling no one.

Work for BIG has been, put plainly, work. Like pushing things uphill work. While it's raining. In a foot or so of mud. And not just any mud. That mud that gives off enough of an odor that it makes you start to wonder if it's just mud.

The Daily Bugle has still not paid me. Hogwarts owes me money. And the new freelance client that I've taken on may well have been a mistake if only for the time that I'm having to give it that puts pressure on both my day job at BIG and the ability to do some actual writing of my own...which I miss more tangibly than I ever missed making art when that too started to get pushed aside in the name of bills and bank account.

So I've been asking various and sundry how to go about getting my groove back.

I know it's going to happen sooner or later. Here's hoping for the sooner.