This is so f’ing FRUSTRATING. Every time I start to get into a project–REALLY get into it–money problems rear their ugly head and I have to, AGAIN, put a halt on my work to raise enough for rent.

I really like my new job, and it pays really well, but …

Three years of this. When am I finally going to be able to get back to and finish my comics? So many projects flooding my drawers but put to the side for love of having a roof over my head and food on the table.

But I’ll keep going. Through the cloudy water. Down that muddy lane. One slow molasses step at a time.

*sigh*

I get home every night now and fall straight asleep. I’m so exhausted I can do nothing more than read. But looking on the bright side of things, at least I’m making money now, especially in a business I love, and that means I can take the letterpress class I want and save up to print my books the way I want instead of caving and selling to a publisher because desperately need the money. I’m not taking the same route anymore that I took with Tokyopop. I don’t want to publish my illustrated work through publishers anymore if I can help. I enjoy being my own publisher, and I’m going to take what I learned and put it to use. Finally.

It just takes time. And patience. So much agonizing patience.

And a whole heck lotta love.

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I think half the exhaustion is that commute. With walking plus train, it’s three hours of traveling each day. Ouch!