After three years of redrawing, overworking, not sleeping. My first story books got published. The thrill I cannot feel however. I guess when you wait for something so long and finally get it you forgot how important that was to you in the first place. And worse still, now that I got what I wanted, I don't know what to do next.
Everyone else seems excited.
I feel like the stuff I've drawn three years ago could've been so much better if I'd drawn them this year after I've improved my skills.
My neighbor and I went out for sushi. I've tried sashimi for the first time. It tastes like sweat. Fishy sweat. I couldn't curse fast enough as I swallowed it whole trying to avoid barfing it up. But I won't give up. Someday I'll understand the magic everyone talks about. My friend however wants nothing to do with it.
What were the academy awards thinkin when they gave all those awards to The Curious Case. Apart from the struck by lightening guy, and the make up on Brad Pitt, I thought clipping toenails was more interesting.
I think the year 2009 is going to be a good year. Something feels good.