I still think about old work. One of the things I wish I had finished was that comic. I don’t know if I even have the script somewhere. I think the title is poignant. Maybe one day I can come back to it.
So many things.. I’ve tried to realize, as far as comics, and maybe other things. I’ve been able to bring forth comics, but I always feel like I’m pushing further. Like my art is “trying to become”
Now I find it more difficult to write, and wonder, how long? Will God allow me to continue until I see Him?
Or will there be a period where I live, unable to bring forth anything. That song is familiar on k-love. And it reminds me, there is always a new beginning for a believer.
As one sun sets, another one begins. And maybe I never realize what I was trying to do creatively, but my life is more than being an artist, a writer. It’s work, and it’s an emptying of myself. How do I fill myself? And how do I pour into others?
The Holy Spirit fills us back up. I’m thinking about doing one page comics, just to get the fire burning.