7/9/11

Epilogue 7.

So I closed my door to the world and spent six months watching reruns of Criminal Minds.  (Which was better with Mandy Patinkin.  Also better with AJ Cook and Paget Brewster, both of whom are returning next season, which is awesome. )

I made more bad and soulless art, but I stopped caring if it mattered or if it was worth it, and decided to forget about shows; I just like making it.  I like the process, getting lost in it, pushing paint around, making something out of nothing, making tangible what's been living in my head.  Plus I have a deadline in the new year.

I struggled and failed, struggled and failed, struggled and failed, and finally got a grip on the alcohol.  It was that or give it up completely, and that's just crazy. 

I spoke to, saw,  no one. 

And because I didn't know what else to do, I continued shuffling forward.