Elan' Rodger Trinidad wishes for motivation and inspiration. For lighting to strike my crown, passing through my arm, to my hand, to pen, to paper: the fervent work of God Almighty or the Devil himself.

Or possibly both.

I want my mind to split open so I may receive this light of inspiration. The type that comes from the ether and inspires every child at play, and every madman to sin, and every genius to push us forward, and every saint to love.

I want it. Like an addict I want it. Like a lover torn from me, I long for it. Like a breath long held, its there but not.

Its not ready yet.
Its not there yet.

I know I will have my night, when hand and mind are one. When my heart is poured upon panel to panel to panel and my word balloons are poetry to those of the right zeitgeist and persuasion.

I have no choice but to be patient. My storm shall come and it will hit me. And I will wake up and remember exactly why I do this and remember that few women can present a love that rivals this feeling.

I want it.
I can taste it.
Its almost ready.
A few nights? a week?

Its almost here.

Labels: Lessons in Cartooning, my work