It was never going to change the world.
They say write what you know- and I know that it’s usually a bad idea to sit down and draw a comic in the middle of breakfast. So then, the question is: why do I consistently sit down to draw a comic in the middle of breakfast?
yesterday’s comic (about soap) and today’s comic (about breakfast) both point to the same reality: I’m pretty impatient. And dramatic. I wonder if those two things tend to go together?