Ask me why I continue to indulge myself with Game of Thrones even after I know that one of my favorite characters isn't going to make it. Even before I picked up Storm of Swords, I knew this was going to happen. I knew Catelyn Stark would be monumentally screwed over by some creepy old king who decided he wanted vengeance on her son's refusal to follow through with a marriage alliance... but really, screwed over by the fact that her son no longer had allies. And all she wanted was to be a Mom and support her son and bring her daughters back and get her family back together. And she died with this gross image that her kids were either dead, most likely dead, or screwed over to the point where they might as well be dead. What a life, being a woman who took things with unquestionable honor and duty to her family, only to die and not see the fruit of your labor do amazing things.
I can't say I know how that feels, but I've had a pretty rough month where I've felt that no matter how hard I try to please and go about my duties, I'm always letting someone down, or letting myself down. I haven't been able to do much drawing this past month, or writing for that matter, but I'm hoping that now with Winter slowly thawing out... I can pick myself up again and go running outside and put a new smile on my face. This "graphic novels" class I'm taking has really pushed me to do some drawing, even if it is the small weekly assignment, but it's helped me push my creativity. And I'm in love with Bollywood Groove, taking it on Saturday mornings to start my day. :)
Perhaps I will finish this Storm of Swords and then take a break from the series until Season 5 comes out, and then start the reading cycle all over again.
