Out of all the terrible ideas I had for a comic today, this one seemed like the most fun to draw! And it was.
My daughters are a constant source of comedy. My youngest adds a ‘uh’ or an “ugh!” At the end of ‘daddy’ when she recognizes I’m making a dumb dad joke (which I’ve Finally come to understand the purpose of, more on that below). She was so disgusted that I’d think that mermaids were in universities. She said it so matter-of-factly that I knew I had to remember it in comic form.
now, on to dad jokes! I always thought they were either feeble attempts to be funny or regurgitated jokes that at one time were funny, but the truth is, they’re meant to get the type of reaction this comic illustrates. There’s nothing better then trolling your own daughters with a bad joke. ‘DADDY-UH’ is as sweet to my ears as laughter.
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.
I am currently five books into a series of books that will likely NEVER be finished. Or at least, never finished in a way that is satisfying. I’m at the point where I’m questioning why I’m even reading it.
A good book puts you into someone else’s head, and makes you care about them and their experiences and their story. Even good text books do this, they spur you on to care! to learn more, and to retain the info, so that the world you live in is better understood. And a good novel has real-life implications, perhaps a perspective gained or an experience shared or whatever. A bad book is just words on a page.
Right now, i’m trying to decide if a good book can become a bad book because of reader fatigue. Or maybe author fatigue? The problem with the book series i’m reading is that there are too many details to forget; if i stop reading and take a break, i’ll forget what was going on, and there would be thousands of pages to read to get back up to speed, which would just tire out my imagination yet again.
Anyways, authors out there: please make sure to finish your stuff. we’re all counting on you!