Okay..
Don't you just hate it when you get yourself all pumped up to do some work..you get ready, you get amped and then you sit down to tackle the monumental task before you and......
Nothing happens..
Yeah, I've been sitting here now, for about an hour and nothing is happening..I drew a little bit of a decal I promised an internet friend but nothing substantial and nothing motivating..I mean, I think I have a nice solid one page teaser for Atlas Unlimited Comics..Which, at this point, I'm not going to jinx by mentioning...other than Mark Mazz seems to be willing to put up with me and my act for a little while.
And I should take the time to thank Shawnti Therrien, who seems to be a one woman wrecking crew when it comes to working to get a comic out there. I met Shawnti a few years ago now through Dimestore Publishing's Small Press Idol, where she and I were contestants in a terribly slanted contest to see who would get a small press comic book deal through Dimestore. I think an eleven year old kid with no true polished ability to draw or write but had a class room full of votes won the contest. It was a sobering and humbling experience when I got voted out early in the contest, but then again...I've never been a big contest person cause well....I don't like to lose.
But anyway..You could say, if it wasn't for that contest, I would have never run into Shawnti Therrien. And I'll be honest..it's been a constant 1,000 mph rollercoaster the whole way since I've come to know her. She's all sorts of crazy, but I think the distance between us topographically keeps me safe from her showing up on my doorstep at four in the morning covered in blood and staring blankley forward with a knife, quietly mummuring something about a deadline.
With all the craziness, she's actually convinced me that I can do a comic. And maybe I won't fall flat on my face doing it...
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Karma and Comics for 2010
Greetings and welcome to my first steps into becoming part of the new generation of the millions of other people out there with the blind assumption that people actually give a shit about what they really think about when they think everyone is watching..
And where should I begin?
Well..I ended 2009 with all of the hope in the world that this was actually going to be a good year. I had an opportunity to go to another company and actually go there to manage and take charge of everything in the office. Even though I had an excellent working relationship with my previous employer, I felt I had hit the proverbial wall and was compelled to move on. My last day was December 23rd and would begin my new job on January 4th of the new year.
I had also made the decision that I had punished the comic book world long enough with my self imposed exile and I would actually get some long awaited comic projects off the ground and published. I had also reached an agreement with myself that I needed to do this for myself and my own sanity. All of the negative energy in my life from the past eight years is gone now and I can move forward again.
So, I lasted only a week at the new job. My temper and the inadequate management style of my new boss weren't going to be a great mix, so I quit in a huge arguement that made me forget that I left the demon of a woman I used to call my wife a year ago.
So, I spent the last two days in a drugged up haze of trying to figure out what I'm going to do..and now I'm dragging myself up to get back to work on what I do best.
Comics.
I just wish there was some way to actually make a living wage off my work without having to go through all of the bullshit that comes along with comics.
This will be the document of my process of trying to get myself back into shape as an illustrator and writer. Tons of fuck ups and trial and error sketches will be here for all to see.
And where should I begin?
Well..I ended 2009 with all of the hope in the world that this was actually going to be a good year. I had an opportunity to go to another company and actually go there to manage and take charge of everything in the office. Even though I had an excellent working relationship with my previous employer, I felt I had hit the proverbial wall and was compelled to move on. My last day was December 23rd and would begin my new job on January 4th of the new year.
I had also made the decision that I had punished the comic book world long enough with my self imposed exile and I would actually get some long awaited comic projects off the ground and published. I had also reached an agreement with myself that I needed to do this for myself and my own sanity. All of the negative energy in my life from the past eight years is gone now and I can move forward again.
So, I lasted only a week at the new job. My temper and the inadequate management style of my new boss weren't going to be a great mix, so I quit in a huge arguement that made me forget that I left the demon of a woman I used to call my wife a year ago.
So, I spent the last two days in a drugged up haze of trying to figure out what I'm going to do..and now I'm dragging myself up to get back to work on what I do best.
Comics.
I just wish there was some way to actually make a living wage off my work without having to go through all of the bullshit that comes along with comics.
This will be the document of my process of trying to get myself back into shape as an illustrator and writer. Tons of fuck ups and trial and error sketches will be here for all to see.
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