Some days you wake up, and just don't feel like you have the drive in you any more.
I've been in a little bit of a comics funk of late - hoping that I've learned some lessons along the way, but wondering if maybe I'm not cut out for all this.
Personal life has been really testing me, and time has once again become an idea, a thing which other people have, but which I only hear about in passing.
The seeming demise of ICGeeks has made me wonder, once more about the viability of what I am making - getting these books into stores now seems less and less likely.
The idea of conventions has started to feel me with dread, rather than excitement.
News from the world of comics has left me wondering if it is even a world worth fighting for.
So many questions, and so much self-doubt.