I never thought it’d come to this, but there has been death in my family and I already managed to lose a lot of money by buying the wrong tickets to get back home from the other side of the country. As my luck would have it, the time limit for claiming back the money was closed because today was sunday and the ticket sales weren’t open anymore. I will have to do a at least few more trips like this because I’m still going to struggle to graduate from that faraway school, but I am not going to miss the funeral of my own sister. I’d hate to ask my family for money because they’re not that well-off either, and I’d rather not take any more loans. So:
If you don’t mind waiting for your commission to be finished for a while, you can find my commission info here. I will finish them as soon as I have the energy to do so.
If you’d just like to donate, my paypal is theirenecrane (at) gmail.com which is different address than the one mentioned in the commission post.
I’m feeling really numb at this moment but I will probably break down again any second now, but I’d like to thank everyone who has been there for me or offered their support. Thank you, I don’t really know what else to say at the moment.
Yes, it happens for all of us.
No, your work will probably never be as good in reality, for you, as the perfect wonderful glittering brilliant thing it was in your head when you imagined it.
But other people do not know what you imagined. They only know what they read or see or hear, and for them, the thing you have made may well be wonderful.
And if you fail… is it that bad? Nothing wrong with failing. We do it all the time. At least three stories by me are so utterly rubbish I’ve never collected them. You don’t set out to make bad art, but if you are going to make art, not everything will be perfect, or even good.
You’re not a coward. Just a human being. The alternative is arrogance, and I’d take humanity over that any day.
Except you need a little arrogance, to believe that what you want to say is worth saying. Or that people would want to listen.
I wrote a Sandman short story once, called FEAR OF FALLING, about this. It was me sorting out how I thought and felt about fear of failing, and worse, fear of succeeding. It’s in the Fables and Reflections collection. Some people have told me that it helped them, and I’ve seen phrases from it tattooed on people’s backs and arms.
And, as I said in Coraline, bravery doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. (We’re all scared.) Bravery is being scared, but doing the work anyway.