"I spent two weeks building my daughter a rocket ship out of cardboard boxes. Then when I finally finished, she started crying because it wouldn’t fly."
There’s a real message in here about the vanishing resiliency of our hopes and dreams.
I haven’t posted a sketch since I started my new job. Weeks off became nine months. Well, I just finished my first year of teaching, and I need to get back to making things. Ironically, I’ve immediately gone into two weeks of teacher training sessions, so I’m not actually done with work, but I’m bored out of my mind, so here’s a quick doodle of a happy little savage Pygmy of some kind. I ended up being pretty happy with this, considering that I sketched it without my stylus, furtively hunched beneath my desk.
More to come.
It absolutely kills me to do this, but I need to put Baoke Bloviates on hiatus for a while. Getting this thing up and running and continuing to post was a huge source of pride for me, and having to interrupt it feels like failure.
However, I just started in a new teaching position, and it’s currently chewing through my time to the tune of about seventy-hours a week. With my other responsibilities to the household, I just don’t currently have the time to put out a quality of product that I’m comfortable with.
I’m working hard to get ahead at the job, and with some effort I WILL return to posting, sooner rather than later. This is just a small hiccup.
I can’t tell you how forward I was looking to one year of uninterrupted posting. My heart hates this.
Fall down. Get back up. Repeat.