I have the intro page penciled.
It’s the journey of a thousand miles that starts with the first step right here.
Throughout the entire venture today I had to fight the fear of failure, of messing up in some massive or minute manner. I had to constantly tell myself “just put the pencil to the paper and forget the rest.”
I have spent years terrified to do this for a plethora or reasons and irrational fears. I had to get beyond those phobias and just do it.
Once I was into the art itself I had achieved Shalom. Balance. Peace.
For those few hours of harmony that I had to work (the Hardie brothers and their mother only allow me so much time to toil away in the Man Cave) I was so happy. It felt as if I had been born to do this. I daydreamed a bit, allowing myself some exciting, enticing moments alone with my thoughts.
I am going to try and pencil 4 or 5 pages before I start the tedious, meticulous process of inking them (my strong suit).
This is exciting.