It’s been a long dry spell – as evidenced by the very sporadic updates on this blog. I thought it was time to change it up a bit, so you may notice (if you’re looking at the captkevman.tumblr.com site) that I’ve changed the theme. I’ve also changed the name and description, but those are pretty fluid at the moment, and currently only reflect the frustration I’m feeling with myself of late.
I tend to get overly whiny when I feel compelled to post something here. I wish this post was an exception to that rule, but alas, it is not.
Some of you may know that I sort of started & “organized” (to use the term loosely) a local comic & cartoonist creators’ community about 8 years ago. I was very involved with it for quite some time. In addition to scheduling the regular twice-monthly meetings, I also arranged for the group’s participation in local events like conventions and special drawing events (like mini-comics day and 24 Hour Comics Day). Some of you may also know that I started and helped organize an annual community drawing festival that ran for about 4 years (with mixed success).
Both of those projects brought me certain levels of personal fulfillment, but almost two years ago, I abandoned them both – I didn’t feel that my involvement with either was fair to them. The creators’ group deserved someone who walked the walk, and I was not actively creating (except occasionally during the meetings). I abandoned the drawing festival for a similar reason: I did not have the skills to properly plan the event so it would be an enriching experience for the community – it deserved better than what I had been bringing to it. Neither project was helped by the fact that I also had some personal matters that required my attention at the time.
So, I walked away – I hoped, temporarily. I stopped creating (nearly completely). Additionally, my business (which consisted of just me, as a self-employed tech consultant) faltered due in no small part to my ADHD challenges, and I found myself just sort of adrift, professionally, emotionally, and creatively. I ended up back at my Dad’s sign shop, trying to revive a business that he gave up on long ago. I just don’t feel any passion for it – or for anything else, for that matter. It hasn't been until recently that I’ve realized just how much of myself I gave up in order to “get things right” with myself.
I’m just now realizing that somehow over the past couple of years, I’ve lost myself.
About a month and a half ago, I went out to a local venue’s open-house night to see if I could reconnect with some sort of creative energy, but it had been so long since I had allowed myself to go out socially and/or creatively (outside the confines of family), I quickly found my way back out the door and into the relative familiarity and isolation of my car.
Just yesterday, I went out to a local convention to see if I could reconnect with some fellow creators there, but the few familiar faces I saw there looked right past me, and I was too self-conscious to initiate a reconnection. I did a once-around, and again, I retreated.
So I guess this is another attempt at trying to re-ignite whatever creative efforts are smoldering under the wreckage of my self-loathing. I want to create again, but I just can’t bring myself to do it, for whatever reason: be it my fear of failure, my guilt and shame for not trying harder sooner, my embarrassment for getting to be this age and having created little to nothing to show for it.
I think I’m hoping just writing this will make it somehow more real and more inspiring for me. Maybe I think that just getting this one thing – this little, whiny, self-pitying post, as insignificant as it is – will somehow spur me on to do the next little insignificant thing, and another, and another...until maybe I might have enough out there to at least convince myself that I’m creating *something*.
Whatever comes of it, it has to be more than what has been missing.