I know I’m always being ridiculous in my insecurities…(I am being ridiculous? right? RIGHT?? j/k hehe) but I tend to worry more about my story/character progression then my art work.  Not because I think my artwork is wonderful and all, but I guess because I might be naively thinking that story is what is most important.  Well what’s most important to me anyway.

I’ve finally made it to chapter 6.  Ah yes, my golden archway in the far distance.  The first major door opening for this story’s main plot.  It seemed so long ago when I was scripting this chapter and longing for the day to finally come.  As I worked on the pages, I went on a roller coaster of disgust and exhilaration.  Is this what I wanted it to be?  Is what I wanted it to be really any good?  It seemed like such a good idea four months ago!!

I am trying not to worry about it.  I have been waiting for this month in great anticipation.  Why can’t I just sit back and enjoy it for what it is.  A dream coming to paper.  With all of the bizarre imagery my mind is working furiously to rationalize.