Wu took the broom's handle from where it had been leaning against the wall and started to finish the task of cleaning. Nolan moved back to give her room to clean. Janna had pushed up the sleeves of the black underarmor that she wore under her scrubs. She spoke darkly as she worked. The angle of her face was down so it shadowed her already severe expression. "If you have goals for yourself, the last place you should be here helping an older woman. You need to look out for yourself and your goals. Working here is a waste of your talents, you should aim higher."
this isn't as hard as i thought. let's go make more.
i always like art that feels like therapy. a lot of this book has felt very healing while i was writing it. i was recently watching some interview while thinking of what would be good as a next project.
my conclusion has been i will probably continue with smaller projects such as this instead of a big agency book. maybe a different avenue?
idk i feel happy with this year's progress towards my goal of living off my arts.