I spend one day rereading Trying Tuesday, because it is one of my favorite stories I have ever written and I wanted to remember a time when I was spewing out material that only ever made me happy and didn't make me tear my hair out. Then I was staring at my document with everything I have for the story about Hatter getting the hot-tub...

And instead I just nit-pick and adjust and reread and reevaluate all of my HT writing up till now, because I was nervous what I would send to cloudsinvenice would be awfully unpolished and maybe missing some crucial element. Which it probably still is. But I frankly never know what it is I'm going to do from day to day when I'm not set off on a specific task. I think I should decide before this month goes along any further what it is I'm doing in April. Am I writing about Hatter getting a hot-tub or am I completely invested in carrying Lily through to her first meeting with "Erik"? And when will I draw anything for either of these?!

I feel like every year "a year" gets shorter. Months get shorter. Days wizz by. Is it because I'm getting older?

Oy, no, I don't want to talk about my age - that is the fastest way to take me away from inspiration and into self-deprecation!

Unicorns! Rainbows! Schmetterlings!

Ich kann nicht glauben dass ich bin 25-jährige, ughhh...