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Seven Months of Silence
It's been a long while since I've updated my journal, hasn't it? Some of you might think I just dropped off the face of the earth and I might as well have done just that.
I've barely touched deviantArt for about 7 months. One month of that was due to me participating in NaNoWriMo, about three months of it was just me being lazy, and the past three is due to a number of complicated things. I won't go into the details, but I've been working through some personal stuff and it's taken a massive toll on my inspiration and motivation to do artwork. The only thing that hasn't been seemingly stamped out is my ability for writing lyrics or poetry, because, to me, that is the most effective outlet I have for expressing the emotions I've experienced during my absence.
Like I said, it's all pretty personal. These days, my life is so consumed with work and my tiny excuse for a social life that my creative side has tremendously and regrettably suffered. Be patient with me, guys. I haven't uploaded a lot of stuff due to the aforementioned subjects, and my account will probably continue to be dead for a little bit longer. I don't know when I'll emerge from this pattern, but I know I will at some point.
If you pray, please pray for me. If not, that's alright. Just thanks for listening and faithfully following my work, no matter how little of it I manage to churn out.
Again, I'm sorry for the absence. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things soon.
For those of you who stick around to enjoy my work, I appreciate you. You guys are awesome.
September 11th, 2014 (11:03 PM)
It's 11:03.
There's a kid playing a trumpet across the street from my apartment, belting out a few familiar notes from the Star Spangled banner. However, only some of the notes are of musical merit while the others are grating upon my eardrums.
I appreciate the sentiment, considering it is September 11th. It's been thirteen years since the decimation of the world trade center. It was a dark day that remains fresh in the minds of those who were there; who lost loved ones in the burning and crumbling wreckage of those two gleaming towers that once stood with pride over the New York City landscape.
And, as the national anthem is continuously butchered outside my window by a kid who should be at home asleep, I lie in my bed and remember my third grade classroom and the news footage on the library TV. I remember feeling confused when studying the concerned faces of the adults surrounding me. Even though I was young and didn't fully grasp what was happening, the sadness in my heart was real that day, as it continues to be real to this day on September 11th, 2014 when I have a larger understanding of the senseless hate that was thrust upon our great country.
So, thank you random trumpet kid for the show of patriotism. Despite your disrespect to neighboring people trying to get some sleep, (and lack of musical ability) you have won my quiet appreciation.
God bless America.
It's been awhile.
I just thought I'd let you guys know I'm still here, even though it may seem like I fell off the face of the earth. Since I have a week of freedom, I may spend some of that time working on some long, long, looooong overdue commissions, and if inspiration strikes, I might work on some personal drawings or writings.
So, I hope everyone else has been well! I'll try and bring some life back to my profile for my watchers sakes.
P.S. I also recently got a new computer, so I've been spending time trying to familiarize myself with it, which is fun but time consuming.
I just recently stumbled upon this website called Patreon that allows for creators to be funded by donations from followers, or Patrons. It's a flexible program for both Patrons and Creators. If this campaign proves successful, I will still be able to set money aside for daily living and also have money to support my creative dreams. Here's to stepping out...
www.patreon.com/sarahmccary