I have a lot of words to write about body horror someday. About why it’s so effective on me. Why a movie I’ve seen multiple times can still horrify me with that sort of imagery.
For now I’m just going to obsess over my knee, though.
I have a lot of words to write about body horror someday. About why it’s so effective on me. Why a movie I’ve seen multiple times can still horrify me with that sort of imagery.
For now I’m just going to obsess over my knee, though.
I am not a mechanic. I just play one in an indie webcomic from time to time.
I don’t just make bad jokes in my private life and my comic. I make bad jokes at work, too.
The weight I’ve lost hasn’t just been around my waist: My shoulders carry far less of a burden than they used to.
I travel light nowadays. It suits me well.
Then, everything was an obligation and a chore. Now, it’s a choice and a privilege.
Ugliness is easy to draw. Truth is a little more difficult. Beauty is downright hard.
Maybe that doesn’t just apply to my art.
It can be frustrating to see so much growth in one area and so little in another. But I suppose that I just need to remember that progress is not linear.
There’s a chance I’m a dork.
Reaching out to a friend can change their entire evening, whether you know it or not. When you want connection, ask for it. You never know when you’re not just helping yourself.
Perhaps this is an obvious point, but anyone who is recovering from something would do well to remember it. Don’t judge your progress. It is your progress and it is significant and it is acceptable.
You’re doing just fine.
The walls we build may serve their purpose, but eventually they must come down.