There is something about the catharsis of writing that is interesting to me. The act of writing feels good – especially when you are overflowing with ideas and concepts. Sometimes the words come out like a body rejecting bile. Sometimes they come out elegantly and with thought and care. And sometimes – once the spigot has drained and all the good ideas have come out but there is still more to write – the creative constipation begins to set in.

This is when procrastination takes form, that cancerous horror that claws its way into your subconscious, and sometimes even conscious, mind. I cannot tell you how hard it is to deal with this blight of the human condition. And for one with ADD, this is when the dopamine begins to wear off and you lose interest in the creative venture altogether.

Writing become a chore no matter what when trudging forth on a creative adventure, and it’s up to the writer to decide how far they want to trudge. I’m trying – by god I’m trying – to push forward now with this particular dalliance in comic-book authoring. I have to keep telling myself that if I only get one page done per day, that’s at least progress. But it is difficult. I want it to be done now, and I don’t want to have to push my brain into that frame of mind and I definitely don’t want to have to push my body into that computer chair.

I suppose that is just the plight of the author at times. Making something unique that gives out a piece of your soul isn’t always going to be fun or charming. It’s like a relationship. We just have to push forward if we really care about it, or end it early if we don’t care enough.