It was the best of times, it was the worst of times….
The day started out well; I completed all my errands in plenty of time to get home and do everything else I needed to do. I dallied too long, though, and just managed to finish cleaning before Cartoon Network‘s showing of .hack//sign, a neat anime series set in an MMORPG. Beautiful artwork, too.
A friend of mine was scheduled to arrive and hang out about when .hack//sign ended, but he called and had to
Saalon had told me he’d be out of town, but I completely forgot. Brennen probably forgot. Which is okay; we have no
After that, I didn’t know what to do with myself. It was 8:30, and if I’d known all my friends would be unavailable, I could’ve been productively writing or programming or drawing or composing sine 3:30.
And I’m sitting here with five pages’ worth of writing. Sure, I’d already written one page’s worth before, and it’s actually part of a script for my earliest anime project, Wine to Those in Anguish. But it’s writing. For a guy who hasn’t accomplished all that much on the writing front — and in front of whom Wine threw up huge writing blocks when I tried to write it before — I’m happy as a clam at high tide.
I’m writing. I’m producing content.
But too easily do I get caught up in the celebration of such things. Writing says little about me at this point; to prove myself, I must finish something. As Henry Ford said, “You can’t build your reputation on what you’re going to do.
If I begin to wander from this path over the coming weeks and months, I want you — yes, you, the reader — to