Today mom and I went to the storage unit to take inventory of my books. The count was about what I expected, especially considering everything I’ve lost while bouncing around in the mental health system—moves, transfers, sudden exits, and the chaos that always seems to swallow up a box or two of my life’s work. But this time, I was ready for the truth: what I had… and what I didn’t.
So, naturally, I fixed the problem the way any artist-entrepreneur-lunatic-with-a-vision would—I ordered more. A lot more. I now have multiple copies of every book I’ve ever made, somewhere around fifteen titles in total. Mom’s going to be mad when she sees the bill, because yes, it came out to well over $1000. But when you really think about it? That’s cheaper than addiction ever was.
Alcohol, cannabis, cigarettes, DoorDash binges, Grubhub guilt orders, and social media ads that promised miracles but delivered peanuts, even inflation… all of that added up to far more. At least this time I’m investing in something with a return—my art, my writing, my business, and my future.
Now I’m fully stocked and prepared for the coming year: book fairs, comic cons, gallery shows, art events—wherever I show up, my books will be ready to meet people. And you know what? I only had one craving today. Just one. Turns out business does make it better.
I got this.
by Dan and Bonkers
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