Yes, yes and yes.
Plans are essential to my very brain function. I have plans for tomorrow, next week, this summer, a year from now, 5 years from now. I like to beat myself up over plans that have not as yet panned out. I blame the Jesuits for my unceasing guilt. They were my salvation in my formative years and I will forever feel I've let them down in some way. Not a bad thing really. It keeps me going and on my toes.
Anyway, my plan is to self publish a comic book, either on line or in that ancient, dying hold in your hands format. All I need is to either finally figure out how to plot, or find myself a writer. After that it will be smooth sailing. (?) Wizard World Chicago is my target date.
And I will have to be fast this spring because Italy/France WILL come first. No time for pencilling while I'm scarfing down fantastic food.... So looking forward to fresh bread, cafe au lait and pasta. And PASTRY!!!!! God, the French make the most luscious pastry!!
"All my little landscapes, all my yellow afternoons" are stacking up around me. So the other plan is to approach galleries over the spring and see if anyone might take a bite at my painting. It's either going to be a resounding disinterest or 'gents, get your hotcakes while they're hot.' I find it hard to believe it would be anything other than the extremes.
I want to get back in shape by that trip overseas. The weights on the other side of the room are waiting on me. Someone posted on youtube today, "lift more, jerk less". Something I hope to take to heart.... starting tomorrow. (Hey, I like my hobbies.)
I'm also hoping to wear down my good friend and turn our occasional back rubs into something more. (Insert EEEEVILLLL, wicked laugh...) So fiendish of me. It's either going to work or my ass is going to be told to move on.
What ever will be will be.
My hands are in many pies.
Thank god.