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1/8/08
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1/8/08 13:09I walked past a window display yesterday that included a packet of cocktail napkins emblazoned with "Cork that whine!" As if to reinforce that admonishment, I later read about the schedules of professional manga artists:
I'd claim that reading this made me tired, but I was already drained before dinner, so no. But thingses have getting been done nonetheless -- slowly and sloggishly, but there will be triumph over the Not Done-ness, dammit! :-) Among other things, ( evidence under the cut )...and while I received two sets of rejections last night, I also scored higher in both the kigo and free format kukai for this month than I ever have before, so go me! I was hoping to leave both my laptop and planner behind when I left for Chicago, but it's looking like I'll have to lug at least the machine along -- and while there's a part of me resenting not being able to escape entirely, it simplifies two dozen other things and I'm actively reminding myself that (1) income is good, (2) telecommuting is awesome, and (3) my workload isn't always going to be this messily ill-delegatable. If all goes well, I should be able to set aside a week this winter when I can head to, say, Savannah or Charleston with nothing more than five changes of clothing, five paperbacks, one notebook, and a fistful of pencils, and I'm well aware that being able to plan on that is a luxury.
...and I'm also aware of how easy I have it when I look at how the ministers of my church both had to cut short/cancel their vacations to deal with this week's crises -- and these are people who regularly put in uncompensated overtime to do what needs doing. The choir is technically off for the summer, but we will singing What Matters at this Sunday morning's services:
...so who cares whose arms i'm all wrapped up in
who cares whose eyes i see myself in
who cares who i dream of
no it doesn't matter
who i dream of
'cause in the end
it only matters that i was loved and am loved
love has no face
A typical weekly title is twenty pages, or a stunning eighty pages a month. Some artists draw more than one story at a time. In the artist's notes for YuYu Hakusho, a weekly manga, Yoshihiro Togashi calculates how much free time he has, based on a formula of four hours per page (not counting time spent scripting) and five hours of sleep per night. He comes to the conclusion that he has nineteen free hours per week ("subtract time spent for eating, bathing, biological functions, and other necessities, and I'd only be left with three to four hours"). Some manga artists go days without sleep to meet their deadlines, and burnout horror stories abound. In the 1990s, the magazine Quick Japan ran a series of stories about manga artists who had gone crazy as a result as a result of their work.
I'd claim that reading this made me tired, but I was already drained before dinner, so no. But thingses have getting been done nonetheless -- slowly and sloggishly, but there will be triumph over the Not Done-ness, dammit! :-) Among other things, ( evidence under the cut )...and while I received two sets of rejections last night, I also scored higher in both the kigo and free format kukai for this month than I ever have before, so go me! I was hoping to leave both my laptop and planner behind when I left for Chicago, but it's looking like I'll have to lug at least the machine along -- and while there's a part of me resenting not being able to escape entirely, it simplifies two dozen other things and I'm actively reminding myself that (1) income is good, (2) telecommuting is awesome, and (3) my workload isn't always going to be this messily ill-delegatable. If all goes well, I should be able to set aside a week this winter when I can head to, say, Savannah or Charleston with nothing more than five changes of clothing, five paperbacks, one notebook, and a fistful of pencils, and I'm well aware that being able to plan on that is a luxury.
...and I'm also aware of how easy I have it when I look at how the ministers of my church both had to cut short/cancel their vacations to deal with this week's crises -- and these are people who regularly put in uncompensated overtime to do what needs doing. The choir is technically off for the summer, but we will singing What Matters at this Sunday morning's services:
...so who cares whose arms i'm all wrapped up in
who cares whose eyes i see myself in
who cares who i dream of
no it doesn't matter
who i dream of
'cause in the end
it only matters that i was loved and am loved
love has no face
