After nearly four years working the night shift in a two-star hotel, I eventually found myself unemployed and moving back into my old town. The city is not for me. Too many assholes looking to destroy you at every turn while pretending to be your friends. Five years total, wasted in the hospitality industry. I'm not going back for a sixth in a third hotel. Fuck that, honestly.
But. That doesn't mean I'm just sitting on my ass eating snacks, watching movies, playing video games and getting fat--although I am also doing that--I'm using this time to reflect on myself and actually write some of the books I've been planning on writing for years. Since my firing in April, I've written about four hundred pages across four projects, two of which are second editions that improve upon the original work by a significant margin (one of them is so radically changed that I'm calling it the "director's cut). I plan on publishing two books by the end of the year.
I've also had more time to draw, as you guys may have noticed. I've set a goal for myself--20k words written and 30 illustrations drawn per month. Keeps the creative juices flowing while I explore new tools and techniques and themes. I can't say life is swell outside of that, since my employment insurance was denied for some bullshit reason (appeals fell on deaf ears) so I'm sitting in welfare hell until I can get myself righted again and sort out some other stuff.
Anyway. Stay tuned.