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August 10, 2006
On My Mind
I'm reading through this interview between Chip Zdarsky and Matt Fraction, and I have this total 'A HA' moment, about why I haven't been actually making any comix for the last month or two:
I'm not desperate for money anymore.
In fact, if I were to become a professional comix creator at this point in my life, I'd be taking a serious pay cut. Like, capital 'S' Serious. I think I'd lost my nerve or something, eh? But, when I leave the day job, I leave it. And I can spend all night and all weekend writing and drawing. And I don't have to give a fuck about paying the rent anymore.
And...I feel so free now. The weight's off the shoulders. I'm making comix because I WANT to. I could give a fuck if I make any money on them at this point. I could give a fuck if its commercially viable. I could give a fuck if anyone reads them.
I'm making them for me, and to satisfy my own creative desires.
GOD DAMN IT!
Why did it take me eighteen years (how long I've actually been making them) to realize this truth about myself? IDIOT!
Off-topic: I spent two hours pencilling up my next ink-wash illustration, went to start inking it, and dumped my ink bottle all over the piece. Fuck a duck! First time I've ever done that, though, so it was bound to happen eventually. Still...
Posted by Schamberger at August 10, 2006 09:10 PM