I do wish The Sentry/The Void was a slightly better metaphor for anxiety and depression. If he were, I'd probably have the Void tattooed on my back, maybe crawling up my right shoulder towards my head. I wouldn't bother having Lindy pictured in his grip, because she's sort of incidental to the overall point; I'd just have a lot of thick, dark ink. As it is, though, something about the conceptualization of the character still feels like it's circling the very obvious point, without ever actually making the strong connection and landing on it, perhaps because the writers are imagining superheroic mood disorders, rather than just plotting the real things. There's something to be said for just letting a thunderstorm be a thunderstorm.

(I know based on the previous entry that this might seem like a thinly veiled manner of advising the world that The Void Has Returned. It hasn't. Things are actually pretty grapefruitlike right now. I mean... well, obviously. Where have you been? I am subtle... like a fox!)

Work-wise, there are some ripples in the water, mostly in terms of what I might be doing at the day-job, vs. what I am trying to be doing at the night-job. I spent another two long days in training this week - this time it was training training, fun! - but it didn't leave much of a hair's breadth for anything that wasn't directly related to Work Things Of Work Consequence. I want to write something for Sasha to draw, but it hasn't happened yet; I've made sixty pages of notes on Snapdragon, but I haven't incorporated them yet; I feel generally dusty. About the only constructive thing I've done in the last ten days is manage to clear all the crap off my old PC, mere seconds away from its total system failure. You heard it here first: Sabre is dead. Long live Queen Molly.

The anxieties around these quibbles are not improved by the fact that things are about to get harder.

I've had a pretty exhilarating couple of months. Closed a terrific year; fell in love. Everything's spinning now, much faster than before; we're in the faster water, closer to the middle. Big drenching sprays of happy, and a whole lot of dizzy. I'm content, and overwhelmed only in my fortune and the occasional tendency for so much other stuff to be going on that I can lose sight of the simple circle at the core. That happened a bit over the past few days. But this morning, I was sitting in class, kind of moping... and I spied Sera peeking out of my cuff, and I looked around the world, and I breathed. And it was fine.

Anyone wanna watch World's End?