The first thing I feel is “man, this sucks.” And then it’s “I’m thankful that, so far, me and my family aren’t sick with this.” And then it’s “but there are so many who are!” And then it’s “buckle down and do your part so that even more people don’t get sick.” And then it’s “will red robins even be open when this is all over?” Oh man.
I love making comics, it’s a part of my daily routine. I like being able to read them years later- it’s like keeping a diary, but it’s in code, because only I know the fifteen versions of each comic I didn’t make that express different aspects of what I was feeling when I made it. Anyways, it is cathartic, solace inducing.
I was going to post a long blog write up expounding on this thought, but I think the comic strip expresses my sentiments adequately (and you are free to agree or disagree!). I think in comic strips, and so that’s the medium I invest in. I’ve tried my hand at writing longer form comics and graphic novels, but this is my sweet spot. No point being sad about the fact that the stuff I’m good at making isn’t the stuff that tends to be remembered for a long time- it’s good enough to bring joy in a moment (or it should be, anyways!).
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.
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?
Creative accountability is a good thing! So is creative freedom… But not every idea is a good idea. -sigh-.
Sometimes, I think it’d be funny to run with a bad idea as far as I can go… except then I start thinking, that would be a lot of time wasted on a bad idea. Would I still think it’s funny after I spent a lot of time working on something awful? hmm.