30th day of confinement
Translated by SoundDestiny
Edited by Kaepinned
I did not sleep a wink yesterday.
And I don’t intend to sleep today.
I am not threatened by a knife nor am I chained up.
Yet, I dare to face the drawing tablet in a room with the shutters closed.
To prove that my confinement with Konata is not meaningless, I confine myself.
I didn’t even have time to make breakfast, so I poured a raw egg into my stomach along with water.
It is as if my brain and the pen tip have become one.
My body is no longer merely a tool to embody an image.
It is not hard and painful.
It’s not even fun.
When you are really passionate about something, you forget everything.
Draw.
Draw.
Draw.
Now I can proudly say.
I am a mangaka.
Even if the world forgets me.
Even if editors don’t recognise me.
But I am still a mangaka.
I’m a mangaka only for Konata.