One Year Later

Okay great.  So I’ve been busy making sure a handful of projects got squared away and finished, complete with complimentary ribbons and back rubs.  August and September was a time of reckoning of sorts, as it forced me to learn the pitfalls and perils of not paying attention to deadlines.  I guess above everything else, though the indie scene has allowed me a broad playground to run around naked in, the fact that there are no deadlines has pretty much spoiled me.  That dawg just won’t hunt, know what I’m sayin’?  I’m just lucky I have enough work lined up to still be okay for the next coupla months.  Gotta pick up the pace though.  And no more whining.  I’m lucky enough as it is I get noticed in such a fickle medium.  No more whining.

So it’s been a little over a year since I started drawing comics full-time.  I suppose it’s only fitting I mature somewhat at this junction, yeah?  Do I miss commuting to and rocking a Joe job?  Hellz no!  There’s nowhere and no way I’d rather be than waking up at noon and sleeping close to dawn, hunched over my desk, drawing all the time.  Nothing else could fulfill me more.  But that being said, as fun as it sounds… it’s work.  You screw up, there are consequences.  You slack off, food and lights don’t happen.  And it’s all on you.

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Fun Fact (because you can’t ever know too much about me and the universe does in fact revolve around my keyboard):  I celebrated my birthday on 9 – 9 – 9.  It’ll be a while before we roll back around to those digits again.  Tell your mommies.

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I recently turned twenty-six, and Jad flew over to spend a few days with me.  It’s funny how a whole year ago I would be going on about how cool getting to draw killer robots and alien monsters was… but now the work has a sense of meaning aside from the obvious story that simply has to be told.  Know what I mean?  I don’t mean to get all mushy and shit… but it simply feels like I’m now also allowed a story of my own.  A good one at that.

So this second year is going to be about getting serious — sequential-wise, speed-wise, relationship-wise, even motherfuckin’ blog content-wise (maybe).  So I hope you bastards stick around to watch the pastrami fly.

I don’t know what that means.

Howzit.