Celebrating 95 pages with a vulnerability hangover…

I am workshopping my graphic novel through a weekly online serial.

So far…

we have been witnessed a crime:

Looked at the original headlines:

I’ve introduced my involvement (more to come):

And travelled to Ireland to get our first glimpse at the main character:

Molly’s and The Babes in the Wood timeline are now starting to twist around each other.

So I need to celebrate

I am 95 pages in— 95 pages in 4 weeks! Or looking at it another way, 95 pages in 13.5 years. Yes, I must celebrate this. But instead, I am struck with creative insomnia! A buzzing, busy brain. Is it excitement to keep going? Is it fear? Is it a

Vulnerability Hangover?

Of course it is. Holy shit. I am putting it out there, doing it for me, for Molly, for my supporters, for storytelling. Holy shit. I am doing it. And accurate to the way the creative process works and the inner critic whispers, I am struck with nervousness. I have been struggling so long after so much life change to just live a day a time. And now here I am, planning 46 weeks of instalments. Planning my life. Professionally, creatively. Thinking ahead… thinking past tomorrow…

I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately
Smashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation!
I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow

– Lin Manuel Miranda

After years of 5 minute living, a way to get through the rollercoaster of life-

I am sitting here with a full calendar and giant lovely to-do’s and I admit, I am a little bit scared. But loving it. Deep into it. Experimenting. And trusting Molly.