It is that time of year when my thumbnail picture fits the season again (yay), and I start to feel the pressure of the "best time to sell your products" and I am here taking control naps and managing basic life chores like it is my main job. In a way it is, but sometimes it gets to me that this is my reality.

As someone who has at least 5 new ideas every day (unprompted, unwanted, but written down so they stop pestering me), thousands of things on the backlog haunting me like disassembled personification of a catastrophic art studio from someone who actually has the time and money to do all those things....it is a lot. It truly feels like I am someone who has too much creativity for a single human being. Especially one that is so sleepy and tired all the damn time, and needs to take couple hour nap just from going out to get groceries (even when taking a bus there and back!!).

I don't know what deity, entity, or malignant gnome gave this curse of IH to me, but I do know that even though inspiration, ideas, and all that keeps me alive is amazing - the flipside is that I have too many things I will never get to do.

And that weights heavily on me.

I've never struggled to know what I want to do. Art and writing are not just my dream but part of who I am. But unlike those who aren't disabled, I can't also work a normal job to fund the dream - I need to make the dream to fund itself somehow. It is daunting, and sometimes it gets a bit lonely.

That is when I am thankful to you all who read this comic and make my efforts feel like worth it. Like these little sparks of ideas that I shove into four panels...matter.

I don't really have encouraging words this week, beyond - if you can, do art. Do are YOURSELF. Never use AI generators that steal your information, that are entirely unethical and built on theft, and ruin the environment. I mean all generative AI.

Use that beautiful brain of yours and I'll see you in couple of weeks!