I love Led Zeppelin, but that is not the point at all.

I was sick last week and completed a series of sketches, chapters, and songs. Actually, I'm still sick now, with the remnants of the flu and the crypt cough. But I am slowly feeling better. I've been trying to eat better, and it's amazing how much easier it is to wake up in the morning.

Thursday is graduation day, and I'll officially have my MA.

The most exciting thing of late is the realization that I'll have time to write come the New Year. I've never been much of one for resolutions--although this Journal itself was a resolution once--but I really do want to give my craft its due. I love singing and drawing, but nothing comes close to the utter compulsion I have to write. It's like being in a fever dream, sometimes. Sure, I could use a good editor; I could use a lot of improvement. But I am utterly passionate about it. Come hell or highwater, I want to get this thing done. Not saying it'll happen next year--but I just want it to be on my mind, and a part of my daily consciousness. So I made some new icons from my sketches to encourage me.

Anyway, I'm heading out for the evening now, after a long day at work. Hope all is well with everyone.