Sep 15, 08:02 PM · Coming Down
I’m slowly descending into depression the closer I get to the end of Golden Boy. I can’t believe it’s all almost over. I can’t believe some of these characters don’t make it in the end, and I will possibly never again have a reason to draw them. I was looking at some old notes from a previous day job and found a bunch of doodles of Cole, back when it was all something I was going to do… someday. It was one of those little promises you make to yourself that you know you will never keep, so it’s okay to dream about it.
The more I pretend that it isn’t a big deal, that I haven’t almost crossed something off that giant dream to-do list, I’m okay. When I start thinking about it though, I just want to climb in the covers of my bed and not peak out. Irrational, I know, but sometimes it is easier to pretend, because soon everyone will actually see the damn thing.
This is what I wanted though, and this is what I’m going to get. I’ve just a few pages more to draw my heart out for these characters. I hope I can do them justice.