Quarter Machine Safari

Deleted the previous posts. When I post things like that I always remember that they don’t make me feel any better; they make me feel childish and miserable and like I’m manipulating people into giving me sympathy.

The brilliant, productive people I look up to don’t waste their time talking about their angst. Some of those people read my blog. Did you know you are inspiring role models for me? Seeing the work and faith you put into things you love makes me try harder. I’m talking to like, everyone who writes and draws and gets things done, even if they also struggle with self-doubt or depression or a bad attention span, or don’t do as much as they want to. Creative work is miraculous and wonderful, and no one should let anything stop them from making things.

I’m going through some of the worst depression I’ve had in years but I will kick its ugly ass, even if it means just going through the motions for a while.

Thanks to everyone who commented on the old posts and offered to help or cheer me up or whatever. I’m ashamed for the motivation behind those posts, which if I’m honest with myself was pretty selfish and short-sighted. I will make an effort at more individual contact with people who want to talk to me about things, via email. You’re all awesome.

Okay, I am getting all verklempt. Later taters.