So what’s up with only wanting to blog when I’m all cranky & irritable & emotional and period-y? It sucks and makes me sound like a douche.

Anyway, in trying to get my writing life back on track I created a schedule for publishing Gifted online. When I say “online” I mean here because why go anywhere else, right? Right now we have 25 pages of art, most of which are lettered and processed to a point where I like them. In the end, I have to tell myself that’s what matters. That and finally putting someone out there for a mass audience so it can be greeted with the kind of scorn, derision, ridicule and indifference that the internet can provide. Of course, this means I have to get my artist in line with this new schedule. I think we can make it happen, and I think that once the reality of publishing set in I think things will change.

Or they’ll fail horribly and I’ll have to go back to square one. Again. I guess I just have to try something, and even if it doesn’t work out and I have to find another artist, or the schedule goes off the rails I’ll know that I tried something.

I don’t want to come off as pessimistic, because I believe in this story, I believe in the art and I think it’s getting better page after page. I think we can pull this off, but like every creative endeavor I have doubts. Mostly self-doubt, but doubt none the less. It’s going to happen, it will happen, and I need to remind myself that no matter how it starts it has to start sometime. It might as well be now.

Or July. Definitely July.

Probably.