Note that this was from a LiveJournal I posted in the AM.

Beginnings Again?
It is pretty jilarious thinking about how many things have happened since the last true post. The world changes and so, too, does its zeitgeists. I wish to death we could keep up with how it ebbs and flows but that is a fool’s errand.

I miss Live Journal. I somehow doubt I will continue to post to it but it’s something nice to think about updating. Especially in this world filled with a social media that seems to prey on its user-base far more than this one. Then again, who knows, maybe this one is just as bad. I have no clue how they make their money so it’s possibly it’s even more devious and predatory than the others. I like, however, that this one doesn’t feel as quite as poised for instant-click validation the way the twitters and facebooks are.

Creative Ventures
My world is one mired in a continuous ADD addled state, with literally hundreds of unfinished products and interests left at the door. I’m doing my damndest to hold onto one now, though. It is a comic book, and it is called The Omega Children. If this journal continues, maybe it can be hurried into a development diary. Time will tell.

Something I think I truly need to contend with is the fact that any creative project should be more about the joy it brings you than the finishing. If this new thought process is true then I’m doing it right, because it brings me immense joy to start a project. It isn’t until that snag hits, that first true hurdle, that either interest wanes or I jump it. The former is usually the case, but the project remains there until the interest picks up again.

For instance, I had started The Omega Children back in 2014 when I was working for FYE at the Vancouver Mall. I often liked to look at the settings I was in to determine fantasy settings that were similar. On this particular day I was thinking about an old game for the Playstation called Legend of Legaia. This was a really good RPG and all, though somewhat forgettable. One aspect, however, that was not forgettable was the idea that a mist had covered the entire planet. This mist turned people into monsters. Now while that seems simple enough and used throughout many parts of fictional storytelling, what really got me was the settings that emerged from them. Towns had to form around this inevitable new weather phenomena. Humans are an incredibly resilient species and very easy to become accustomed to new ways of life. That is where the interest began for me. What would happen if a world were covered in mist, but now we see the after-effects. We see the resilience of the human spirit. And that started this comic.

Well about 90 ideas later, losing interest in this concept as many times as I came up with new ones, here we are. Outlines, character synopsis’, arc plans, and fully written scripts for some issues. We’re circling the drain – or is it the rim of a basketball hoop?

Oh and how great is it that one of my most recent posts was a post about not being able to finish creative ventures and then not finishing it…

General Life Stuff
Life is generally good. I’ve married long ago, which has been a more fulfilling part of my life than just about any other – the relationship, not the marriage; the marriage is just a piece of paper. I talked about the ability for humans to become accustomed to things easily and this is proof of that. I almost take my relationship for granted because it has been so good and so stable. But at some moments I am able to look back, taking stock of it all, to realize just how lucky I am and how much joy has been brought from a single person. That is something I will never let go of.

Career is on track as well. There really isn’t much to say about that. Careers just aren’t particularly interesting to me. Maybe I’m doing it wrong but for me the career is just the means to give me money to continue the hobby, craft, and maintainence of life. That’s not to say my job isn’t interesting, I’m actually pretty alright with what it’s about (though how can anyone truly be satisfied when there is more room to grow). I work at a place that has a whole host of needs, which makes me semi-invaluable. So long as I continue even a mild interest, that will be where I remain.

Endings
Well that about sums arguably nothing up but at least it’s a blurb into the life of a person. Maybe I’ll see you soon, and maybe it will be another ten years!