A big thanks to the few people who actually read my comic. It really meant a lot to me to have your support, and for the kind feedback.
It was really important to me to do this comic, as I had been waffling about starting anything with my Blood and Err cast for years now. I have had a bad experience with comics in the past, and it really took everything in me to build up the courage to even try again, and something serious for a change. I think this is the first time since Pompfiction that I took on anything of that level......
But honestly, in the end, I'm left feeling the same way I did about Pompfiction. Dissatisfied and depressed about the whole comic making process.
It was just too much work for very little impact. I didn't like how my story turned out, and I wanted to quit so many times during the month, but the few people who commented were what really kept me going. So thank you guys for that encouragement. I don't know that it was worth it in the end, sadly, and I don't know that I can build up that kind of courage again to continue. I guess after a life time of thinking I was a comic artist really just leads me to conclude that maybe comics aren't for me.
At least not doing them alone.
I hate making a story by myself, drawing the whole comic page by myself, and having very few people to even share it with when it's all said and done. I'm happiest when I'm able to OC with someone, and create content that I can really turn into something. I've always wanted someone as committed as I was to produce a something together- consistently and with equal passion. I feel like that's the missing piece to my enjoyment in the whole comic field. Until that comes along, I really don't see myself happily making comics x.x sorry for such a depressing journal. It's just been on my mind for weeks .-.
Listening to: Klezmer accordion
Reading: too much into it.
Watching: Too many crime documentaries
Eating: stuff I probably shouldn't