I spent most of today coughing. So hard my sides hurt and my head aches, but I don’t care. I am working on new storyboards, polishing Inheritance for a dream submission, and in March I have first Con participation.

It takes my mind of the biopsy, the stifling fear of drowning in debt and medical challenges that could come.

Instead I dream of a publisher, completed projects and being on a new side of the table.

Anyone who can come in March I would love to see. Sac Con is in a new bigger space and friendly faces would drive me to look up. I want to keep looking up, the view of my feet doesn’t teach me much.

 

Angrily optimistic