I barely write on here anymore since I have a dumb livejournal for
all my innermost feelings and internet scrapbooking.
But stuff is good and I'm a little to tired to finish the page I'm drawing.
I just put up some pages I did when I was 21 and one from when I was 16
I've been making these comics since forever, I always forget all of the false
starts, rejected and half done projects but I think how much I enjoy my life now is kind of built on those. It's pretty amazing how much this job of comics slaps you down. It's almost comical all of the rugs that have gotten pulled out from under me doing this, I imagine it's like that for anyone that would hang around comic books for this long. Shit, look at Kirby.
It seems real simple to just want to draw and live off of my own comics but It is kind of a lot to ask for. like "pay me to do exactly what I want to every day."
If anything it's made it all the more gratifying that as shakey as it is I get to do that now.
And I'm so spoiled, I did a job last month off of somone elses script and it didn't even feel like comics to me because it wasn't whatever I felt like at the moment. I do so many scenes that start off as one thing and then I see a national geographic with a buffalo and I get to add one to the next page.
Like you can draw anything. How fucking cool is that.
You know that sentance, I think it's:
Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo.
meaning buffalo from the city of buffalo bully buffalo from buffalo or something like that. I like that.
Anyway I'm tired.
I will leave this poor internet with that nonsense.