I have become obsessed with this story.
I searched for an app to use to create a comic strip, but none of them make sense and have no simple instructions that I could find. I want to draw, not earn a damn degree.
This morning I woke up and decided I wasn't going to work today. Fuck capitalism. I'm going to sit out back with the ferals, drink coffee and draw. And that's what I did.
The things I create never cease to astound me because I made them. I'm not sure how your brain works, but mine operates like two separate entities, each with its own set of responsibilities and means of communication. My right brain doesn't communicate well with the left brain, while the left brain seems to have no idea what the right brain is doing and thinks it runs the show.
My right brain is where art lives. It's where my stories reside and seek a way out.
Here is the next panel of my story. I have no idea where it's going or how I'll eventually tell it. I only know it lives and demands to be told.
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