I’ve been dissipating.

Creatively, I always come out of Comic-Con like a bullet, but a month later it feels more like buckshot. Scattered. Too many seeds in too many soils, and it becomes hard to focus. I’ve had trouble writing these past several days, and today my mind cleared enough for me to see that the problem is just how murky everything’s become.

I’ve been too ground-level in my own creations. Thinking in terms of pages, characters, artists, stories. Not pausing long enough to look down on it all from above.

I thought I needed a nap this afternoon. But once I lay down I realize I didn’t. I just needed an hour or so free from all distractions and stimuli, some time to stare at the ceiling and think about the big picture. About my future as a storyteller. It’s early enough in the process that I can build whatever career I desire, as long as I can stay present to my vision for it. We all end up somewhere, but some of us can end up there on purpose. Once I compared everything I’ve been working on to the big picture of the future I want, the changes I needed to make were suddenly crystal clear.

It feels good to be clear again.