Note To Universe: I'm Doing What I Love, Where's My Freaking Money?
I was feeling a bit frustrated because I'm not making enough progress on my comic book projects. It doesn't help to read accounts of working-parent authors writing bestselling novels in their spare time. They make me wonder what's wrong with me
that I can't do the same.
Of course, when I think about it, I'm already
working the equivalent of a part-time job with all I do for the webcomic and advice column. And spending 20+ hours/week on that isn't enough to get me ahead, so why do I think I can just easily add in writing a graphic novel? It's not as if I spend three hours a day drinking lattes, and could just give that up. My current schedule leaves little enough room to spend time with friends, and I certainly don't get enough exercise and television. So I'm left with small chunks of time for other projects, and when that's all that's left, progress on them is going to be slow.
So, I really shouldn't feel bad because I'm working a full-time job and a part-time job and I don't have the energy for another
part-time job. I know this. This is not the first time I've made this loop. Probably won't be the last. Current Mood: disgruntled