Ramblings of a Mad Man
Been a while. Not much has happened, I suppose.
I got a drone. The Mavic 3. Hopefully I can start doing video and photography with that soon. Just waiting on the tablet to come in so I can see what I'm doing.
My writing class is pretty straight forward, which is nice. We've written a couple things to just portray setting and conflict. I based them off a story idea I had about if D&D style magic was in our world. I mean, that idea has been done before but I have my own spin on it.
I was able to draw a bit. A silly comic character I came up with called The Littlest Goblin. I'm just so frustrated with myself. I struggle so hard with perspective, head shapes and hands/feet. I can draw weird things easily, but who can't? Just draw whatever the fuck you feel like. I know that to get better, I need to just draw more. I've heard that 1000 times from artists. Like I fucking know. I can't bring myself to do the things I want to do. I'm not sure if it's fear of failure or anxiety over how much work I know it'll be to get better. Just something prevents me from doing it. It stresses me out more because I know this is part of what I want to do. The fear of failure is that much more potent because of it. I get overwhelmed doing things that's work towards my goals. It doesn't help that this environment I'm living in seems to kill my creativity. It's cluttered, small and public. My music playing, too, has fallen a bit by the wayside. I'm not sure why, but working on things when I know others might be around is crippling. Maybe I should see a therapist. But with what money? I have no job and other expenses that come first. I really just gotta push myself in the coming months. I have to push myself to the fucking limit. I have a drawing course coming up. I can already see it: people in my class will have some decent skill in drawing and I'm gonna look like a 7th grader's anime-themed notebook. A similar thing happened when I tried to take an entry level coding class in college. I couldn't keep up cuz everyone knew everything about Visual Basic. The professor barely taught and I was up a creek without a paddle. Only class I can recall ever dropping.
I feel lost. Like I'm floating in space. I can see some type of solid standing, but I can't swim over to it. It just sits there, just barely out of reach. I should already have the means to reach it, but I failed to gain it earlier.
If I ever succeed in my goals, this blog will be someone's inspiration. Otherwise, It'll just be the ramblings of a mad man. Currently, it seems like I'm heading towards the latter.
~wizoko
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