Whether you were struggling or thriving or feeling lost. Maybe not in person, but in spirit…you were alive in the moment with me, whether you knew it or not. And that I wasn’t alone because you were here too. That I was still here…even when I felt I wasn’t. And when my brain went missing I’d remind myself that I was still real and that I would come back to myself. And if my head was in a good place I’d remind myself to stop and appreciate the moment I was in…to live in it and celebrate it rather than worry about the future or the past.
If my head was in a bad place I’d remind myself that I just had to live through that exact temporary moment that I was in because eventually I’d pull out of the haze. But I kept coming back to this specific thought I’d had so often when I was creating the drawings. I JUST WANT MY BRAIN TO STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE: An illustrated journey for the similarly confused I’m Not Allowed To Have Matches (And Other Things I’ve Learned): A coloring journal for creative vandals, notorious scribblers and incurable weirdos. (To color, write in, discover yourself, set on fire and/or throw at assholes.) In the last year I came up with a ton of different title ideas but none of them ever seemed quite right.Ĭompletely and Fantastically Lost: An Obscure Guidebook For Misfits and Strangelingsįeeling Stabby: A sophisticated coloring book to soothe troublesome minds I really struggled choosing the title for this book because I wanted something unique and fun, but also serious and weird and basically encompassing all of the bizarro things that were going through my mind when I created it, and that’s not exactly easy to stuff into a single line. Back to the blog post already in session.) (If you don’t know what I’m talking about then go here and then come back. Remember last week when I announced my third book and then I fell into a puddle of relief when you said you were excited about it? And I promised you that I’d tell you the title one day very soon?
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