I read a couple of the Heralds of Valdemar novels by Mercedes Lackey last summer. They were okay, I would have fancied them much more if I had read them when I was 12. I couldn’t help but love the Companions though, especially the idea of them, that YOU could be especially chosen by one and he’d be bonded to you for life. I was likewise infatuated with the Dragon Riders of Pern books, which had a similar theme and those were books I did happen to read them when I was that young impressionable age of 12. Those are books I’ll never bother to re-read, it might ruin how special they were and how special they continue to be in my memories. Some things are better left alone, lest the memories be spoiled. I’m not 12 anymore, I’m a long way off from that, but deep inside there is still that little girl who loved animals and fantasy.

In other musings this is only the second complete piece of art I’ve completed this year that wasn’t a comic page. It’s been nearly 7 weeks since I drew anything at all. I guess you could say I’m suffering art block of sorts, but not really. It has more to do with a dissatisfaction I’m having with my art, they kind of art I’d like to be creating is just so out of reach for me because of lack of time to devout to it that I hardly feel like bothering with it at all. I can’t make it like I want so why try? Spending time on art means neglecting something else that needs to be done and so just ultimately results in stress. I’m really sad about the loss of the therapeutic benefit I used to receive when I worked on art, I miss it.