Last night, I encountered a black hole. I dreamnt about revisiting my past as a Raffles Institution science teacher, walking around the campus and finding with satisfaction that my students are still loving science. I guess such dreams may occur when one is at an event horizon, facing an uncertain future, and the past reappears as a safe, welcoming entity. It took almost 5 years to switch from the mindset that I am no longer a school teacher, and my work should no longer be confined by the limits of being one. Fortunately, Stephen Hawking already determined that not everything gets sucked in by black holes, so memories, no matter how awesome, will not slow my evolution. If there is any baggage I am still carrying, I'm letting go and moving forward with the speed of light.
For Book 4, I put everything aside. Nothing matters except making this comic book the best I can make it, with the 4 years of experience I learnt making Books 1 to 3. My daily life is walk the dog, draw, walk, draw. Friends thought I was withdrawing, family sees me less often. That doesn't matter. All that matters is what I want to say with Book 4.
20 pages to completion. Walk, draw, walk, draw . . . :)
