The world is too full of too many things. I feel blinded and overwhelmed.
To anyone else, they'd be good news. George and I have been asked to submit samples for color on a series of European graphic novels, which have to be turned around very quickly. We still have to finish a six-pager for Heavy Metal that's been on our desks for months. Another offer from an old connection in the comics industry might have us doing a regular tie-in comic to a toy line, at DC Comics color rates ($125/page).
The big one, though, is that one of the people George used to do Captain Canuck with is putting together a comics course at Mohawk University in Brantford, Ontario. It would be a guaranteed income of $36,000/year for a 10-hour working week, which would leave George free to also do freelance assignments. The problem: it would mean moving to Brantford, possibly as soon as this July or August.
This terrifies me more than I can say. My Wiccan pursuits here in Winnipeg -- the Full Moon rituals, Beltane in the Park, possible future studies in the Black Ring line -- would be shattered. That, and the prospect of packing up our entire home -- our entire LIVES -- and relocating hundreds of miles away...
*trembles*
Well, there's no guarantee George will get the teaching position. But it's a possibility on the horizon, and it's freezing me up like a deer in the headlights.
Any words of comfort, support, or advice would be greatly appreciated.
To anyone else, they'd be good news. George and I have been asked to submit samples for color on a series of European graphic novels, which have to be turned around very quickly. We still have to finish a six-pager for Heavy Metal that's been on our desks for months. Another offer from an old connection in the comics industry might have us doing a regular tie-in comic to a toy line, at DC Comics color rates ($125/page).
The big one, though, is that one of the people George used to do Captain Canuck with is putting together a comics course at Mohawk University in Brantford, Ontario. It would be a guaranteed income of $36,000/year for a 10-hour working week, which would leave George free to also do freelance assignments. The problem: it would mean moving to Brantford, possibly as soon as this July or August.
This terrifies me more than I can say. My Wiccan pursuits here in Winnipeg -- the Full Moon rituals, Beltane in the Park, possible future studies in the Black Ring line -- would be shattered. That, and the prospect of packing up our entire home -- our entire LIVES -- and relocating hundreds of miles away...
*trembles*
Well, there's no guarantee George will get the teaching position. But it's a possibility on the horizon, and it's freezing me up like a deer in the headlights.
Any words of comfort, support, or advice would be greatly appreciated.
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As absolutely corny as it sounds, I have come to believe in the old "one door closes, another opens" saw.
Who knows what might be in Brantford? It could be wonderful. But it also might never even happen. I can count all the fingers on both hands and some of the toesies of my feet the number of times it looked like we might move somewhere far away ... and it only happened once.
So I say don't dwell on it too much right now ... the future is the future, and it gets here when it gets here.
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;-)
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It's not a sure thing, so why worry about it now? It may be a big change, but it might just be for the better. You won't know until you do it.
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