Something strange is happening because of my job and it's both good and bad.
As a lot of you know, I've spent the better part of the last 4 years working in customer service. It was for one of my favorite companies in the world, but it was not a position for me. The hours and the overwhelming number of people I had to interact with played havoc with my anxiety and stress levels. Since leaving those jobs, I've found that I fall asleep watching TV a lot more frequently, probably because I'm not wound up so tight from so much worry.
Anyway, I found a new job and because it's more suited for my personality, I don't find myself thinking "I've got to find a new job." That's the good thing. I feel settled. I posted about that last week.
The bad thing is, it's seemed to have taken some of the fire from my writing. I still write daily, but I don't find I need to do it as desperately. It's not the idea, in the mornings, that I have to keep doing this to try to improve my living situation.
Blog posts have been mostly consistent. It's scripts that I'm starting to notice I'm falling behind. And I really need to write scripts. I need to get better at them. I need to get all the bad ones out.
I think I really started to notice this in a few ways. One, I've had the rough outline for issue 3 of Raise Hell on my whiteboard for months. It doesn't seem to be going anywhere fast. I also tried to rewrite one of the earliest DAM Good Comics and found it slow-going. I mostly tweaked dialogue here or there, which is not what it needs.
So this post, right here, is my commitment to redoubling my efforts of writing. Tomorrow morning, 5:45am, whiteboard. I'm going to be there. I'm going to try out an all-new story. See how it shakes down.
Hopefully I can find some of that spark again.