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NYCC Part 2

Wed, 19 Oct 2011 03:28:02 -0400

I’m still suffering from Convention lag. NYCC was as tiring as it was big. It was also the most expensive Con of the season. SDCC would be cheaper. Now that’s crazy considering it’s an in-town convention. The table cost was HIIIGGGH; and, traveling by cab was higher than ever. At the end of the day I did make back the money. It’s always a great show; but, was it worth the huge price tag??

NYCC! Part 1

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 20:30:00 -0400

Getting ready for the biggest convention in the season isn’t easy. I’m trying, struggling to rebuild Ariotstorm’s website to reflect my new button business. It’s all like another language. I think I need to venture away from iweb but that’s another story.

Nervous Summer

Tue, 7 Jun 2011 05:38:38 -0400

OMG! Everything and anything has gone on this year! Now finally I’m “conning” again getting to sell my own book. I’m nervous and worried and really, really, tired. I did mention that it’s been a long year: rather, the contract I was under was long and, to me, it ended quite badly. Though the writer seems happy with the final product. For myself all I can see are the mistakes. I wonder WHY at least two pages are ... no, I don’t wonder. I can’t anymore. Whatever it is the main thing that it is is DONE. Time to move on. I’ve got enough to worry about. For instance.. Scranton, ooooo I so want to have a good Scranton adventure.

Thank You

Sun, 14 Nov 2010 14:52:09 -0500

OMG, I NEVER thought that anyone would find there way here. THank you for all for your well wishes. I’m hanging on.

In My Case

Fri, 4 Dec 2009 09:05:08 -0500

I’m posting this in the place that I know no one will read it. I’m writing this because it’s time to be honest, at least with myself, in a place where I can’t take it back. I need to examine my complete failure as an Artist, as a person, and why I keep going.

I’m sorry that I ever got into this business. I’ve been humored into thinking it was something I was good at. I was too stupid to see that people were patting my head like a small child showing you something they’d done and was so proud of that you didn’t have the heart to tell them that it was bad. I just don’t have it in me. I’m a sad fool, a waste of skin and life. NOthing. There’s just nothing and no reason to keep dragging my pathetic self around begging. It’s time to accept what I am. A fat, ugly, old, failure pathetically pretending to be a real girl.