I have a strange relationship with comic making. Years ago, I realized that the process was essential to me maintaining baseline sanity, but recently I’ve realized (yet again) that if the process is ONLY therapeutic, the comics aren’t exactly inspired.
In other words, making comics is a good way to clear my head, but a blank slate doesn’t exactly make for entertaining comics. The sweet spot is where I’ve got enough head space to examine all the ways how everything going on in my life could be seen as ludicrous… that means my head needs to be full enough that I have things I’m thinking about, but still empty enough that I can dedicate some time to picking them apart.
If I have absolutely nothing going on, I find that I sit around wanting to draw something and having nothing to draw from. If I have too much going on, I sit, staring at a blank page, as my mind enters a creative coma. I need to have JUST ENOUGH going on, and I think that’s probably a matter of disciplining my mind to keep things in perspective.
Well, they say write what you know, and I think this comic turned out better then they have in a while.