i’m posting later than usual. in the week…in the day…all that. i just finished pages 34 & 35. i did the two pages together–which i thought would be faster…hmmm.
life is complicated. and…that’s an understatement. in addition to all my other challenges, we need to find a new place to live. like…right now. or by the end of the month. i fear we will be crashing at the homes of relatives. scary.
in other news, i started reading understanding comics by scott mccloud. by understanding comics, i am understanding why mine is so underwhelmingly received. ha! seems people prefer a more simple type of portrait with a more realistic background. something about the brain’s perception and how one relates to comics. as with most other things in life, i am weird &/or doing it all wrong. i have my comic posted at deviantart.com. one fan mentioned that due to my comic being “different” it would not attract as big a fan base. i draw what i like to look at. i write what i like to read. i don’t really write or draw to an intended audience.
being unpopular & misunderstood is my badge of honor. ha!
but here is page 34! moses jones endures. we’re in the woods. looking for morels & hoping not to find zombies.
i am so stressed out from trying to network.
i suck. i am an introvert with a capitol “I”. (see, you know i’m serious because i never capitalize anything on this blog.) being an introvert–an introvert born under the sign of cancer–such as i am, i am terrible at small talk. terrible at sucking up. terrible at being anything but sincere. if i “like” something you have done…if i comment…if i follow you, i have to feel it. i can’t do it just to put my face, name, and blog out there. i have to feel it. this makes me terrible at networking. plus! i am apparently really bad at going to the page of someone who has “liked” or “followed” or made my work their “favorite”–i am terrible about going to their page and thanking them. i feel weird doing this. it just seems over the top. but everyone else is doing it. am i rude? i am rude. i “ghost” when i leave a place. (i just learned this term for someone like me who does not say “goodbye.”) i am told often that people–before they got to know me–were afraid of me. i come off as aloof, bitchy, snooty, pick your adjective. but i’m not any of those things. okay. i can be bitchy. and i’m snooty about beer and books…. sigh.
if you need a ride to the airport, or someone to watch your kids at the last minute, i would totally be there for you!
but i can’t seem to figure it out enough to show common courtesy on the internet. how ’bout this–if you have liked anything of mine in the past or are going to in the future–if you are following me or making my work one of your favorites–thank you! thank you! thank you! and if i like you back…if i follow you…you can know i am doing it because i really like your stuff. isn’t that a good thing? that has to be a good thing.
in other news, i posted–via a snapshot as i still haven’t gotten around to using a scanner and the one i ordered is saying it won’t be here until the end of the month–page 27 in progress. i am definitely getting better at drawing my characters. i fucked this page up the first time, but i like it better now. it needs more ink. obviously! but it is on its way to being finished. yay!
and remember, i love everybody…especially you.
(rerun image: zombie angel–i did this a few years back when i rediscovered my pens)
good news: i broke down & ordered a used scanner through amazon so i will be able to upload new art day or night, rain or shine. bad news: i don’t have any new artwork at the moment.
so i am trying to put myself “out there” as an artist/graphic novelist…which is a lot easier for me than putting myself out there as a single mother looking for love…and i have set myself up on tapastic and on deviant art. so now i’m here and on tumblr and on those two sites. i also have an ello account, but i haven’t done much with it yet other than posting, “my life is a runaway train, but i don’t know if i am snidely whiplash, dudley do-right, or nell.”
i may be jaded though. i try to go and find other artists i like, and i am having trouble. i check out the popular comics and feel empty–or deja vu. i end up “liking” & “following” the obscure and forgotten comics (which reminds me–i also joined the webcomic underdogs page.) today on tapastic’s “daily feed” i saw FOUR different comics about trying to write a comic. i’m sorry. i don’t want to offend anyone. i know i am no rembrant-nor a jane austin, and i probably shouldn’t be critiquing others. but if all you have to write/draw about is trying to write/draw??
but i am scared. those comics were in the daily feed. they were popular comics. we live in a world where 50 shades of gray is somehow taken seriously by the masses. maybe real art & good writing are a thing of the past. like my antiquated style of doing comics….