View source for 2022.05.04 May The Fourth Be With You

[[category:2022 Rant]]
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What I used to do was write regularly, with the conceit that I had potential to get good at it.  And my visual creativity was overflowing with ideas after decades of collaborative storytelling with my comrades.  As I went along, the catharsis of expressing myself became important by itself.  It started feeling like craft.

Which, I suspect, is when I started making excuses to be critical of my own work.  So my budding capability for writing has suffered the same fate as my drawing: me poking at it fondly, but not really following through with most ideas.

The rare exceptions keep me wistfully thinking about it, though.

The drawing is a less-dear skill to put down and occasionally pick back up simply because I get so much satisfaction from drawing-like work as an engineer.  And, frankly, the fantasy of becoming a comic artist is not the shining hope it was when I was a kid.  But being an author, however...

...that continues to flicker seductively to my career-frustrated moth mind.
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