The Demonweasel Speaks

You’ll notice the NaNoWriMo counter on the side there is about 30,000 words shy of 50,000. Today is the 30th. I’m not planning  on writing 30,000+ words today. I’m sick, and that, what with the holidays and stress at work, has not made for a good pro-writing fun-time extravaganza. Yes, I’m a little sad and embarrassed that I didn’t make it, but I like what I’m writing so I’m going to continue. Maybe finish by the end of the year. Ha-ha, ha-ha.

I gave a talk in a “Comics as Culture” class at Wittenberg yesterday about the rise and fall of the direct market system in comic books, and yes, there was boredom. It didn’t help that I was lethargic, hoarse, and sick. It crept up on my so fast that I didn’t have time to reschedule, not to mention the fact that I did all my research at the last minute. I spent most of yesterday afternoon and last night going “Well, if I had done this or said this, or made it about this, then they would’ve been more interested.” But, y’know, I did what I could.

That seems to be a personal theme this past week or so. “I did what I could. It wasn’t great, but I did what I could.” It’s kind of a half-assed approach to things, but I’m sick and I’m worn out, and yes, I’m still going to work today.