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The Post-Arisia Blues
I'm fighting off a bad case of post-Arisia depression (of the non-clinical variety). My hopes were way too high for the con, and the reality turned out to be - not terrible, but even worse than that: blah.
It doesn't help that almost immediately after we left the con on Sunday, I developed a nasty cold.
Yeah, I did the eight panels, and all of them went well enough. Got a few big laughs, which always feels good. But I missed too much of the con.
The problem is...complicated. And right now I can't really talk about it.
Nor does it help that uppermost in my mind is the thought that a journal full of whining isn't anything that anyone would want to read. I wish I could be creative, do some fiction, SOMETHING interesting...but I can't. Not right now.
I'm just down. Sorry.
It doesn't help that almost immediately after we left the con on Sunday, I developed a nasty cold.
Yeah, I did the eight panels, and all of them went well enough. Got a few big laughs, which always feels good. But I missed too much of the con.
The problem is...complicated. And right now I can't really talk about it.
Nor does it help that uppermost in my mind is the thought that a journal full of whining isn't anything that anyone would want to read. I wish I could be creative, do some fiction, SOMETHING interesting...but I can't. Not right now.
I'm just down. Sorry.