It has been a bad few weeks, for me recently and it should not have been. There are no real challenges in my social life. My struggles have been with finding time to write. Several pages of my journals remain empty or are held open for completing, "Bad Guy." https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/dw-nadia-cover-page-bad-guy https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/bad-guy-page-1-male-toxicity-free-forests https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/bad-guy-page-2-i-d-like-to-introduce-nadia-richardson https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/out-of-the-woods-bad-guy-page-3 https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/nadia-the-sweet-devoted-wife-bad-guy-page-4 https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/you-wanna-sneak-me-bad-guy-page-5 https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/bad-guy-page-6-the-dream-weaver-sneaks-nadia

A story I desire to finish and that means ignoring everything in life until I finish it. That means no art requests/commissions, spending money on anything. Hearing from those in my church or immediate circles about how insulated and isolated I have become. It happens every time I am about to embark on a new project that is as time consuming as, "Bad Guy."

I should be used to it by now, but it still irks me to find people completely disinterested in my first love.

I am not so much amazed, as I am fascinated, to find that in my online world, there is an extensive digital art competition, among us hackers, anarchists, deviants, delinquents and slackers. There is a whole world of art that is sold, auctioned, haggled over and paid for among us, whom from the outside looking in would be considered as sexually frustrated and friendless as our isolation and devotion to our work would imply. We are talented thinkers, organizers, and dreamers, and none of this translates in the real world. We know how to make money and spend it. All from the comforts of our home and can have an idea that is bigger than Saturday Morning Cartoons in a matter minutes, that will set off a trend on twitter for two or more years. Monetized or not, the gravity behind our individualized relevance is unmatched by our predecessors.

Still the Economists, the Washington Post, or any other main stream publication, or the local and independent papers, refuse to write anything pleasant about our creativity. The Tumblr fiasco proved that. The notion that when I go to a real life gallery, four to five years later, no one has presented a digital master piece that an art collector will pay $1,800 USD as he would for a traditional piece of art of a landscape.

My mind has yet to conceptualize the idea that I am still ahead of my time and the world is not ready to dive into the art that fills my dreams.