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.