So last night and tonight, two different people had ideas for monetizing Dragon-A-Day (or at least working in that general direction). The first was convinced that God “had a plan” for me, and it involved my passion (which she felt I wasn’t following, because I’ve been fretting about making a living, and many of my plans have failed to come to fruition, a sure sign that I’m not “doing what He meant for me to do”), the second follows the blog because I’ve known him for more than 10 years and figured that I ought to have a reach greater than my immediate social circle.
Both of their suggestions were reflective of their respective personalities, as well, but I’ll refrain from telling you what those were in case I decide to use them.
But either way, clearly I’m missing something here, though around this time two years ago (has it been that long? FFS…) I had this same (or at least a very similar) conversation with myself.
I know that I’ve fretted in the past about the fact that I tend to talk to (and focus on) myself about myself because of the lack of outside input; I’ve even gone so far as to admit that I don’t know why I do it, really. Maybe it’s as much shouting into the abyss of the internet that I’ll allow myself to indulge in, maybe it’s some sort of ridiculous Hail Mary in the hopes of “being discovered,” maybe it’s just a useful way to keep my thoughts organized, I don’t know.
Anyhow, it’s absurdly late (I spent far too much time trying to think of something vaguely related to the topic, then mildly panicked when I realized that one of my late-night ornate Eastern dragons was going to take far far too much time), so here’s your drawing, slightly phoned in (though I like the antlers):
