edit: This entry is backdated, and was written around 6 PM on the 12th.

I didn’t do any of the writing that I hoped to do yesterday. Instead, I spent the day bouncing between obligations and personal responsibilities and … just a little bit of Christmas shopping. I do have a very good idea of ho Chapter 20 will begin, once I have the chance to script it, I just think I’ll have to push back my goals a little bit. I think I got hit by the “week two” phenomenon this weekend. We’ll see if I can get anything done tonight.

I’ve had some time to think, I wonder if perhaps what I need is some more opportunities to discuss, maybe consolidate my thoughts into something that’s more … palatable? I think I’m reaching, now, I don’t know what words I’m looking for. After the game last night, I came home and stayed awake chatting with cookiemonger all night.

So much to say, so much to do. I’d written her a letter, which I’d wanted to give to her Friday night, and I found myself reading it aloud to her over Skype instead. I talked about a lot of things in that letter. A lot of things. Some of it was about getting my life in order, and all these things seem connected — the blog, the comic, and life in general. Last night I realized just how much more connected they were than I previously realized.

The comic will get done. I’ll do it. I might have to push back my deadlines, and I might disappoint myself, but it’ll get done the same way I’ve managed it this whole last year. I’ll do it, and it’ll get done — which sounds less redundant to me than it probably is. I don’t know if there’s something profound in there that I said. Maybe, maybe not.