Art Confessional Vomitorium: part II
Hey! Welcome back to my overview of things yet unfinished!
Yeah, it’s sketched, but I’ve been meaning to ink it for… well, a year now, since the next 24-Hour Comics Day is NEXT WEEK! YAAAAAAAGH! I cannot believe it’s October again already! I’m really excited for it, especially since I was just able to get work off to attend. Every cartoonist/comic artist EVERYWHERE should find the nearest one and go insane. (Seriously; you will go insane if you manage to stick out the entire 24 hours. Heck, a lot of people start to wig out after like five or six. It’s intense. And ONLY FOR THE HARDCORE(/stupid)!!!) October 2nd, people! GO GO GO! (I have a sweet idea for this year’s comic, while keeping to the randomness which makes it so challenging and fun. Tee hee!)
The second entry in today’s vomitorium is the project I actually started this blog to help track, get motivated for and keep me accountable with. Wow, that got left in the dust. I haven’t worked on it for about as long as I’ve been hanging out with the Cartoonist Conspiracy, so almost TWO YEARS NOW!!! I cannot believe how fast time speeds by my spinning head! YaaaaAAAAaaaargh!
*ahem* Anyway, it’s the graphic novel I want to make. Up at the top right of my blog there are page links to “The Schedule” and “Hurdles Hurdled”, both relating to this project. I have a sweet story, sweet characters, and a sweet world just a-floatin’ around in my head, and it needs to get onto paper someday. But for now, a few odds and ends from the beginnings of the birthing process:
I guess I halted work on this around the time I started learning about what it really takes to put a comic together and publish it. I don’t want to think I started too late, but when I look at Nausicaa and Bone and think about the time it takes to put the whole shebang together, it sure feels that way. On the other hand, when I look at all the ‘geezers’ in the biz still producing awesome stuff, I get some sense knocked into me. Also, witnessing the hard work and passion that goes into every page of Manly Tales of Cowardice, Hijinks, Introspective Comics and Uptown Girl makes me want to cry in my lazy jerkness. Bow to them, internetfriends, for their love pours forth in deed.