As you may have noticed, I'm writing a little again. We'll see how long that lasts; I've been hitting some inspiration in others' work, and in art. After, of course, winding down to the barest trickle of output in terms of drawing.
To put it bluntly, I've not been well. But I'm a bit better now as I actually have hope again. I still don't know what I'm doing, and want to run from even the little pretests for the GED, but, hope. Mainly due to the fact that we're discussing anti-depressants with my therapist/person I talk(ed) to. Hopefully those will help get me up to a better level to work with.
It's also been miserably hot here, which has a tremendous impact on my ability to function as a normal human being with normal human habits. I may have to look into living somewhere with nine-month-long-winters, when I grow up. Because help me my room is a greenhouse.
At any rate, I'll be...around? Probably unresponsive to most things, but. I'm still alive and kicking (myself in the teeth). Hope everyone's doing okay here, I've mostly been scanning past the journals in abject denial as with everything else. But do take care.
(I have found out that drawing in red and blue colored pencils is the cat's meow, and I will fight anyone who calls me patriotic)