Getting a slight touch of the ol’ burnout lately. Like Kev described it to me, I’ve been burning the candle at both ends and also taking bites out of it. The thing is, my days are full of things I genuinely enjoy: I love my jobs (both of them), I love making my comics (both of them), I love the exciting time it’s been releasing Motherlover and planning convention travel. I’m making incredible things on all fronts, and I’m happy to do it.

It’s just… all of the other things, you know? No matter how busy I am, I can’t outrun the fact that food needs made, dishes need washed, clothes need audited and donated, permission forms need signed, bodies need taking care of, friends need mourned, and the news unfortunately keeps breaking. I’m undoubtedly right now the strongest, mentally and physically healthiest, and most creatively fulfilled I’ve ever been, which you would think would inoculate me somewhat from, you know, the Everything Fucking Else going on — but, hey, maybe it is! Maybe I’d be worse off without it. And the problems aren’t bad. You know: how can I complain about my stress, when Everything Fucking Else? Add mental note: pay attention to one of the Everythings Else and do… something about that, somehow.

So I’m not complaining. Things are great! Things are being held down fine, over here. No problem. And if I sit and stare at the ceiling and lose two hours ‘doing nothing’, well, that’s between me and the ceiling.

CONVENTION UPDATE: I’m gonna be at TCAF in Toronto this weekend! It’s free to attend, so please come by and say hello!!

TRANSCRIPT

(Open panel; Lindsay sits slack in the bottom of the frame. A monologue appears fading out over their head, listing a rambling stream-of-consciousness of tasks that need done, loosely connected to each other, with a slight self-derogatory tone.)
Off-panel: Whatcha doin’?
Lindsay: Nothing.