All right, confession time: I'm not much given to long rants of self-indulgence or bouts of sanctimonious introspection. Whining about your problems to strangers on the internet is, to me, a grand mark of immaturity. But I guess that makes me immature because I'm about to do so.
Am I a hypocrite for that? Could be, but I'm currently battling a cold/cough of epic magnitude and it has put me into a mood most sombre, and also most impulsive. Yes dear watchers and watcherettes, things are a little poor on the SpectorKnight's side of things. I've recently quit my part-time job and am now watching my financial reserves, such as they were, dwindle into insignificance. I can't write, either for Cargospace or for my own private projects and since this is my main creative outlet you might be able to imagine I'm feeling rather stifled. Or pent up. Or dangerously explosive.
My other venues of artistic expression have yielded similarly disappointing results. I haven't drawn anything for weeks, including the KOTOR characters I had promised to some of you. And I've had to cancel my Kiriban because no one caught it. Or even remembered it had been offered, possibly. And if they had I doubt I would have been able to work on it, so perhaps that was a blessing in disguise.
I've lost interest in micros (not permanently but this happens from time to time) and I'm dissatisfied with the non-work I'm doing with traditional art. I can't colour with pencils or photoshop, or sai, and my energy level is roughly on par with a hypothetical crossbreed between a three-toed-sloth and a common garden snail.
About the only thing that's not deserted me at this point is my wit, it seems.
So to get to the point of this journal, such as it is, I'm basically trying to communicate how rotten I feel and to try and get some of my issues and failings written down in public where I can be mocked and berated for them. Wait, that doesn't sound as good now as it did when I first thought of it.
Okay, so I'm not asking you, near-complete strangers who have little-to-no business or contact with me on anything more then a superficial basis, to shower me with praises and reassurances or anything, but I wouldn't refuse them if they came.
So cheer me up, darn it!
Listening to: Streets of Fire - Nowhere Fast
Reading: The Hunger Games (my sister suggested it)
Watching: Film Brain reviews