So, for Graphic Design class we had to had to pick a poem and with it create a typographical design. Sounds simple enough, right? Weeeell… that’s what I thought until my head started banging against the keyboard and the clock said it was time to turn the assignment in. Then I might have sobbed said a thing or two about how I was NEVER going to make it as a designer.
Because there’s something about the sucky days that makes them the worse ever. And they always seem like nothing is ever going to be right, and that if you keep looking at what you’ve done your eyes will fall out. And it’s all woe and you become a tiny ball of anger that bounces around snapping to people –that is, until the next sucky moment comes around, then that one becomes the worst.
Just like when you get burned. Have you noticed that the immediate pain always seems like the worst ever? It’s like your brain gets so overwhelmed by the alarms your burned hand sends that it doesn’t remember that breaking your leg on two places last year might have been a tad more painful. So if you could survive the pain of snapping your leg, you are probably going to be able to handle a minor burn.
That’s what happens to my brain. I tend to forget that the Suckmoster permanently lives with me, but that more often than not, it CAN be dealt with it.
So yeah, after a lot bit of panic and running around, I turned in the crappy project, and distracted the Suckmonster with an essay. Then became a total neurotic overachiever and found myself another poem and started from scratch. This is my second go at it:

It’s not perfect, but my instructor said it was such a drastic change that she would forget ever seeing the first try. Yup, it was that BAD.
So do you have any advice/stories/whatever about dealing with your Suckmoster?



