Been a strange couple of days here. I'm getting myself ahead of deadlines here this week, not sleeping well though. My thoughts have been greatly distracted by exploding planets, spaceships, dark alleys and lights in the night sky. Probably too much comic book information to process or something. Today is one of those days as an artist, where I'm questioning everything I've ever done, everything I'm trying to do, and everything I am doing right now. Not a good feeling as any artist will tell you. I keep coming back to the conclusion that I'm either destined to keep spinning my wheels and getting by comfortably, or that I'm destined for even greater things. However it's that unknowing, nagging feeling of uncertainty, that is hanging over everything like a giant rain cloud right now. Most days I'm firmly convinced that it's the "destined for something greater" route that I'm on, but days like today, I can't help but think that the path I'm walking on that is being obscured by heavy mist is in actuality the path that winds round and round itself with no beginning and no end. I know that's not the case, but I'm having a hard time processing it today. It's an overwhelming feeling really, and something that I can't really explain well, you either "get it" or you don't. All I know is that really good coffee seems to help, as does losing yourself in your work. I just wish ALL my work was easy to lose myself in. Back to hunching over the ol' Cintiq and hoping for a miracle today.