Slowly letting go, knowing its really the only choice I have. I can only move on from here.
The Bird and the Phantoms (as I am calling it now) is still in its 'conceptional' stage. I've got the characters down to a tee, but the actual plot is still a bit fuzzy, as well as how I plan to piece this puzzle together. Also, I need to do some concept drawing, and work on my environment skills. Finding inspiration is also a hard thing to do.
You know the routine. FAFSA, student aid, and tuition fees. Oh the joy.
I'm not completely faded away. I still have dreams. It's just about all I have left, and only until now I've realized I need to get my shit together.
