When they accepted my submission I felt that things would change. I felt like since they liked my art, I have a reason to keep going and keep making comics and drawings in a timely manner. Maybe I can do this. Maybe I CAN.
But it fell flat, fast... and it makes me sad.
I've been blaming my full-time job sucking all my energy out so that by night time, I have nothing to do. Except put down a few bourbons send my friends drunk doodles. I'm convinced that my fellow artists buddies are super-humans and don't need sleep. They are fueled by coffee and paint-water.
Here's what usually happens when I'm not drawing...