Many Mini-Adventures

Creative Freedom

I think that sometimes I hit a point where I don't want to work. And by work, I mean work creatively. It was pouring outside when these thoughts came to mind. The rain's rhythmic pattern was making it a bit too chill for my liking. What does a girl have to do to stay awake around here?

I don't like coffee and I barely drink tea. Maybe some chocolate might work. A nice huge chocolate bar sounds so good right about now. I shook my head. No, a sugar rush wasn't going to make me concentrate any better. I clapped my hands against my cheeks and stood up.

I looked at my desk that was covered in numerous papers. Each one of them a drawing or sketch of a character or background landscape. I wanted to start my very own webtoon comic. I had the ideas and the plot ready to go. Now, it came down to my drawing and, I'll be the first to admit, I kind of suck. Well, at least compared to the many popular webtoon creators, I do. Then again, is it really that fair?

Being a 27-year-old woman with aspirations for making a webcomic isn't exactly awe-inspiring. It's just...what I want to do. And since I'm starting now and not many years ago doesn't really make a difference. Doesn't mean I would've been super popular online earlier. Just meant I would've started earlier.

I took a walk to the kitchen and looked into the fridge; Inside were various food items the average gal would have. I reached in and grabbed a tupperware container. I took the top off of it, sniffed and sighed. It still smelled like grilled salmon and roasted potatoes and not a molded mess. So, that would be her energy boost for the night.

After placing the dinner in the microwave, I leaned against the counter next to it, feeling the microwave's hum as I tapped my chin. There was still a lot to think about to get the story up in the air. I needed to think of a post schedule. I also should consider if someone could help with the social media side of things. I could be a one-woman army if I truly wanted but I knew myself. I hated to promote anything. Heck, I had a hard enough time organizing her 26th birthday party and that was just with 6 of my friends. 

Speaking of friends, she knew at least one of them that might be excited to help. Kathy also wanted to write stories and tell the world about them. She wrote and posted several stories online with regular updates to this day. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through my contacts.

Seeing Kathy's name on the screen made me smile. I pressed the dial button and crossed my fingers that calling at 9pm wasn't too late for her.

"Hello?" a voice said from the phone.

"Hello, Kathy? Are you up?"

I heard a sigh. "Minna, I told you. I can't go to Comic Con this year."

"No, no." I laughed. "It's not about that. I had a question regarding a creative project I'm working on."

"...Hm. Go on."

"Well, you know how you've been posting your stories online? Well, I'm thinking of trying something...similar."

"I see. What are you trying to post?"

I take a deep breath. "It's...a space opera webcomic that spans over thousands of years. Countless wars will be endured and civilizations will rise and fall in a grand battle for control over very precious gemstones! These gemstones can either bring prosperity or utter ruin to all who possess them! Only-"

"Slow down, cowgirl." Kathy let out a small chuckle. "You've thought a lot about this plot, huh?"

"If you mean by thinking about it 24/7 in the last two days then, yeah." I smiled.

"Well, first off, how would you like me to help?"

"I would like for you to help me promote and advertise the story. You seem to be pretty good with that."

"I'm decent. I wouldn't say I can do miracles for you but I can definitely help."

"And know that you won't do it for free. I don't have money to spare, but I could pull a few strings for some free food. I'm sure my Dad can get us those breakfast bowls you love so much!"

"As delicious as that sounds, I would do it even without compensation. You've supported me a ton as is. Let's not forget who prodded me to start my stories in the first place. And who let me have their laptop when I brought up the idea to write."

I blushed. "You sure? That was such a long time ago. I think you're overdue for some pampering, right?"

"No, but I think you're overdue for some creative freedom. The world should see what you have going on in that imaginative head of yours."

"Thanks Kathy. And the world better be ready for it!"

"Ha, that's the spirit. How about we meet this Saturday and go over details? When do you plan to post it?"

I looked up at the ceiling and then back at the phone. "That's still up in the air. Oh, and Saturday is perfect. Preferably around noon."

"No worries. Let's brainstorm it together on Saturday at noon then. Anything else on your mind?"

"Nope, that's it! In fact, I need to get to my dinner soon. Thanks for the chat! I look forward to working with you later!"

"No prob, cowgirl. Have a great night."

"You too!"

The line disconnected and I sighed in relief. I felt a major burden just fly away. If she's willing to help with more than just the promotion, that would really help.

I opened the microwave and touched the food inside. The contents were still pretty warm so she grabbed them out, retrieved a fork from the drawer across from me, and began devouring my meal.

The flavor was so good. I could feel the salty savor just envelop my taste buds. Made me think I should make this meal more often. But, that would be for another time.

Now, back to business. If this webcomic really blows up, I wonder if George Clooney would be up for playing the main male lead?

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Author's Note: To get myself out of writer's block, I decided to make this little story. Nothing fancy but a cute tale nonetheless.

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Until next Thursday, have a very blessed week!