It's easy to find faults when I look in a mirror. It's easy to play comments about my body on repeat in my head from the days of "baby fat" and beyond. It's easy to see the changes of age and having created and birthed an entire new human.
It's easy, when I see my body, to find things to hate.
One of the many things I have thought about lately is determining why I write and draw. Knowing your "why" is helpful, especially when you're stuck. It gives you an opportunity to ask yourself: Does this align with my values as a writer/artist/whatever? Does it align with who I want to create work for? With what I want them to feel? You can use your own history of what you've written before or wanted to write (or your own interests if you're just getting started) to figure out what your guideposts as a creative should be.
To say it’s been a while since I wrote an official blog post – or did a lot of things, really – is an understatement. It feels more like twenty years has passed than just two!
I had slowed down my productivity towards the end of 2019 as the due date for my daughter approached. She arrived fashionably late (as is typical for first-borns hoping to bypass any "my parents offered me in exchange for something" contracts). Life has been a whirlwind since! Just when I was looking forward to getting back to work, the pandemic hit, and I never did make it to the new office. Still haven't as the time of this post!