Sometimes I can be the most highly motivated person in the world. Other times I can sit about on my rump watching the clouds go by. This is very true when it comes to my passions outside of the work environment (where I'm all go all day). When I get home from working 9-5:30 I sometimes find myself going into somewhat of a malaise. I don't want to do anything constructuve or destructive. Just sit there. Watching. Waiting.
Let me focus this even further on my comics. Not too many moons ago I reached a difficult point with my comics. Brown Bottle Bear was taking an aeon to finish and FAWK #1 irritated me. I also couldn't make it to as many cons as I wanted to. This made life very difficult. I found that the further I got from the comic world the more difficult it was to keep my motivation for doing comics. Then it happened. I went to the last Thing in London and that was it. This absolutely bizzare feeling came over me and I wanted to draw again. Seeing everyone else's lovely works I knew I had it in me to finish Bear for the Bristol show. That's exactly what I did. I pulled my finger out and got it done.
So what's stopping me now I hear you say? Too much motivation.
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